Scaramouche Novelas e Histórias

Blanca tilted her glass slightly, watching the deep red wine swirl inside like it held answers. Across from her, Scarlet sat with one leg crossed over the other, the invitation card resting between her fingers. The gold edges caught the light, gleaming with quiet arrogance. “Lorenzo is really doing everything to make Bruno his,” Scarlet said, her lips curving faintly as she tapped the card against her palm. Blanca took a slow sip. Unbothered. “Of course he is,” she replied, setting the glass down with precision. “A man like him doesn’t know how to lose without turning it into a performance.”

We had gotten to the entrance when someone grabbed my wrist. "You haven't settled your tab," a deep voice honed, interrupting the moment I was already drowning in with every willingness and glee. I struggled to keep my vision steady but all I could get used to were dark images in slow movement. I winked again and then again, hoping my vision clears out, but that wish didn't make it out of my thoughts. "Yes---thank you" I heard someone say, but I couldn't quite make out who. It was almost like my brain was playing games with me.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

Cause this isn't what the code d mean. Like they have a lot of language code... example cod red which means danger alert. While The code D mean Death. And by telling queen code d, queen knew scarlet meant that she should make every arrangement to fake her death after she's been imprisoned that way no one will find her again and if this is queen plan then she's ruined everything. As the police got a little distracted with the gun fire, scarlet use the opportunity to elbow the police that was holding her and she ran away quickly. Maybe this is her chance to escape the police.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

com/LJmXpXrDoBq8FeHi5eBPPR ✨Judi le Romantique Plume vous aime✨

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

She promised. After dinner, Marguerite found herself engaged in a lively conversation with the duchess. The lady escorted her on a fascinating tour, the scent of aged leather wafting from the library shelves as Marguerite admired its towering volumes. Meanwhile, the duke invited Jacob to his wood-paneled study for a chat over snifters of brandy. The next morning, a gleaming lacquered carriage awaited them at the grand entrance. Inside, a bounty of fresh pastries and chilled drinks sat beside several bulging travel bags. The duchess' generosity extended to a new wardrobe. On the far corner of the carriage, Chester nestled contentedly in his new carrier, a fancy wicker basket lined with piles

Duchess Scarlet showed a fake friendly smile. “Please, don’t be so formal,” said Odette. “Can we join? We’d like to look at the scarf too.” “Of course.” Odette, who wanted to buy a scarf for Rion, chose a scarf that she thought was good. Duchess Scarlet actively asked Odette what she thought about the scarf she had chosen, trying to get along with the young girl. As Odette focused on talking to Duchess Scarlet, Aerith secretly glanced at Rion. She immediately smiled when Rion looked at her. And she fell down when her mother purposely bumped into her.