Scaramouche Novels & Stories

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Now he is busy gathering support from influential school students, none other than the old kids as his close friends. Submission of application to form this club is not just any. Hoping after gathering support from the best students in the academic world, namely the top five consisting of Carol, William, Sihan and Anthony themselves, this proposal can pass smoothly without obstacles. Sihan was a model student and a role model for students in ethics. Carol is the school's unofficial mascot and public image. Anthony troublemaker, who overwhelmed the school, went awry because in line with his mischief, the school's grades remained superior to the majority of SOPA students. Then William.

Storm remarked, already making his way towards an empty table. Scarlet's ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and she quickly followed him with determined strides. "What did you just say?! Give me my plate and leave me alone!" She attempted to snatch the plate from Storm's grasp, but he lifted it out of her reach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her mischievously. "Get it if you can." "Mister Scoville, if you have no one to play with, then find someone else and stop bothering me!" Scarlet retorted, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to reach the food.

The gentleman asked. "If S stands for Scum. Yeah, this is Margaux d' Scum. But I'm not a Mrs. You're knocking on the wrong door, sir. Excuse me." She didn't wait for the old man to finish talking and slam the door. She was about to walk back to the bed when the soft knocks resumed. Rolling her eyes, she pulled it open again. "Sir, as I said, you are knocking at the wrong door—"

“I am your Luna.” Frank says, “Sugar.” Scarlet recoils, “What?” Frank looks at me. Scarlet tries desperately to turn his head, but she can’t. Then something inside her breaks. She pulls back. Her face contorts with a mix of rage and rejection. Then she shifts. She lunges straight at me. I roll out from under the guy’s foot. I dodge her attack. “Fuck you, you mangy excuse for a wolf!” She keeps coming. Jack cheers. “Do it, Scarlet. End her.”

She's small and extremely sweet, but talked really fast, and I found myself struggling to keep up as she threw a ton of information at me all at once. Now I'm feeling like I ran a marathon. I toss my bag down near the door, kick my beautiful shoes off near the entryway, ignore the fact that they gave me blisters, and hurry into the main room. It smells incredible. "What is that?" I ask as Scar welcomes me from the kitchen. "Dinner," he says, holding up a bottle. "And champagne." He pops off the cork. I laugh as he pours two glasses. "What's all this for?"

"Oh, you are so lucky. You are always lucky. Do you know who is with Sir Marco?" "Scar." They let out disappointed sighs, "Of course, it would be her. It's always her. Why can't we get chances too? He is so hot and rich. I am sure he gives her a lot of money—that whore." Uh-oh. The other girls' moved apart in a haste and started pretending like they were doing one thing of the other while I struggled hard not to laugh. Just like anyone guessed, Scar was standing behind the girl who had just called her a whore. She sensed it too, but then she rolled her eyes and spun around, facing her.

As weeks passed by Scarlet still bore some sense of anger toward Leonardo because he hadn't defended her when Valeria called her a concubine but it didn't still stop her from interrogating Damien and giving solutions for the almost flagged account. Yet she knew at some point she had to let go and forgive Leonardo. She needed him as much as he needed her. Scarlet’s next target had been on Cassius; she wanted to take revenge on him for the terrible treatment he gave her when she was at the clubhouse and as well find a way to save those girls who had suffered the same fate as her.

His arrogance could not shield him from the truth that his kingdom had been compromised long before tonight. “You disgust me,” he spat, his voice cracking like a whip. “Both of you. I stood at the center, believing I was the storm, but all along you circled me like wolves. You fed on my trust, on my pride. You laughed at me in secret. I will not be made into a fool!” Ava took a step forward, her scent filled the air . Her voice slid like silk, deliberate in its cruelty. “You are not a fool, Damian. You are just late to the truth. You wanted fire, and here it is. Burn.”

The faintest trace of nervousness clung to him as he bowed low before the royal couple. “Your Majesty, my Queen,” Lucien said, voice steady. “On behalf of the Gamma line and the palace warriors, I offer our loyalty and congratulations.” Aria smiled kindly, placing a hand over her belly. “Thank you, Lucien. You’ve served this kingdom faithfully.” Lucien bowed again, but as he straightened, Sebastian’s wolf surged suddenly beneath his skin. His golden eyes sharpened, narrowing on the Gamma. A flicker of something faint, almost imperceptible brushed against his senses. A scent. Foreign. Wrong.