Scaramouche Quotes Novels & Stories

Scar asked,as she served another glass for herself. “Who brought up that notion you can't be happy when you are poor impossible” Summer seconded. “I mean I can be depressed on a vacation” Scar announced,as she drank more. “That's the spirit,how can we are sad while drinking champagne by this fancy pool in this fancy house” Summer answered laughing as she leaned closer to her. “You kid me not,how can you be happy when you are hungry” Scar asked,she was also laughing. “Don't even give me the details”

“Well, I'm glad you see me that way, if I don't give a fuck about this little bitch here, smacking his daughter on the smack then I am sure no one needs to tell you that I don't give a fuck about you or your ugly friend right here if you mess up, I won't hesitate to blow her brains off” “You are the ugly one, your soul is so dark that even hell will reject it after death,” Scarlett said angrily. I turned swiftly to look at her surprisingly because that will be the first time I will be hearing Scarlett utter such vulgarities with her mouth. “Look, who we have here, the whore to the walking beast, I'm sure if you can fuck that motherfucker of a man who calls himself Vicenzo, you will have no p

Scar responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What do you want?" Len asked, her patience wearing thin. "I just want to enjoy your delightful company," Scar smirked, fully aware that his words would irritate her to no end. "You're just so...ugh!" Len clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists until her knuckles turned pale. Scar, the sadistic soul that he was, reveled in the spectacle while savoring the taste of wine in his hand. "Are you afraid of me?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow and approaching her with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

“It really is just sex. Was.” “You don’t do that.” “I don’t do what?” “Just sex. You ain’t built that way, baby girl.” “Well – that’s normally true.” “And Scars doesn’t do just sex.” “Sure, he does. He did.” “Nope. He doesn’t and he didn’t. He told you that he doesn’t and he didn’t.” “You believe him?”

I was just looking at everyone and waiting to see who would speak. "I'll be the first one to talk," Scarlet said Misha winced. I just did not react. It's a waste of effort. "The thing that can make me mad is when bitches come in to take away what I possess," Scarlet said and looked at me evilly. I raised an eyebrow at Scarlet. Am I referring to this briquette? Why, doesn't he know that my nickname used to be 'Crazy Bitch'? Did he think I would be offended by what he was saying? Ha! Not so fast witch.

“Let’s make a deal!” Intrigued, Scarlet slowly turned around, an amused look playing on her face. “Oh? And what could you possibly offer me now?” she questioned, her voice dripping with skepticism. Mary scoffed, her lips curling in disdain. “I have information. Information that I’m certain you don’t know about,” she responded, her voice laden with intrigue and a hint of smugness. Scarlet chuckled, a sarcastic smile gracing her lips. “Oh, do you now?” she replied. “Well, if you think a mere piece of information is enough to entice me into helping your cause, then you are sorely mistaken.”

Other guests turned to the scene unfold. “I'm sorry,” I said, my voice carrying clearly through the hall, “but I don't believe we've been formally introduced.” “Don't give me that bullshit,” Elena snarled. “Do you think a little plastic surgery and some fancy clothes will change what you are?” “How fascinating.” I examined my nails with bored interest. “And what exactly do you think I am?” Her face flushed red. “You're still the same fat, pathetic little pig. You can dress up all you want, but I can still smell the trash underneath.”

“Tonight, don’t even think about that scumbag. Want to hear a dose of motivational wisdom?” Sarah humored her. “Let’s hear it.” Scarlett cleared her throat and dramatically intoned, “Oh, my dearest Sasa, you must understand that in this vast world, love is not the only thing that matters. You have life, friendships, family—don’t despair, don’t lose hope, for the road ahead still stretches wide before you…” Sarah immediately pulled her inside. “Why do you sound like you’re reciting poetry?” “You didn’t like that? I have different versions. Want to hear the nightclub edition?”

Chapter 1: The "Scarred One" Amelie "I, Amelie Ashwood, reject you, Tate Cozad, as my mate. I REJECT YOU!" I screamed with the last of my energy. I took the silver blade dipped in my blood to my mate mark. The searing pain my body and my wolf felt was like my heart was being ripped from my chest while being hit by a bus. I guess not all new starts are bright and shiny. The physical pain was unbearable, but my mind was clear. "I did it. I'm free." I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free.

he added defiantly. “ Umm....” Ann stammered. “ Well, I suppose she can still have other friends, can't she? “ Daphne asked with a smug smile lining her rosy lips. “ Yes I suppose” Ann replied. “ This is definitely a coup” Richard said crossing his leg. “Never mind my brother, his talent is giving people discomfort Daphne whispered loudly. “I'm positive you know I can hear you Daph” Richard drawled. “Can I borrow your volume of Romeo and Juliet? I couldn't find any in the ladies book shop and the keeper had said it was too risqué and scandalous for the female audience" Ann asked turning to Richard.