Scaramouche Quotes Novels & Stories

“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.

The hum of voices grew louder, punctuated by Scarlett’s sharp retorts. “Fuck you, DeLuca!” she spat, her voice echoing through the hangar. “You’re a coward… A pathetic little man who has to kidnap kids to feel powerful.” DeLuca chuckled, a low, menacing sound. He stepped closer to her, and his shadow loomed over her small frame. “You’ve got your father’s mouth, kid. Shame he’ll never hear it again.” Scarlett glared up at him, her mouth twisted into a smirk. “He’ll find me. And when he does, you’re dead.”

“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.”

"I might have so many girls around me but you will always be my favorite girl." "That's a scam!" I promise to laugh. "What kind of scam are you talking about?" "The day will come when you will meet a woman who can make you wise and I assure you that you will be crazy." "If you can say that then you think you have found your match." "I?" I couldn't help but hold my chest. "I will never go crazy with that love. No one can be honest with me.” “That's the scam! Legit, you’re a scam!” I pulled the cell phone away from my ear when suddenly he burst out laughing on the other line.

“You’re the dumb one, idiot.” “At least I’m not dumb enough to think I’m the Easter Bunny.” Scarlet shot back. “So you are dumb?” Kaileeh asked with a smirk. “At least you know it. Now, if you’d just learn to tell the difference between sarcasm, clueless one.” “I just think you’re jealous,” Scarlett spoke. “Of what?” Sage asked. “Oh, yes. Bimbos like you just make me extremely jealous. I want to be an airhead just like you when I get older. You know-“

But they didn't stop, the knights pumped out Loren's blood in the syringe. ' Our mate is leaving us! Do something Martina, please,' my wolf cried in agony. Clenching my fist on swords, I roared, breathing furiously," Step back from him ." " Who dares to interrupt...?" Scarlett's voice hitched in her throat when her eyes saw me. She had that scared yet sadistic smile playing on her blood lips. Now I wonder if the poets were not wrong. ' Beauty kills!' Scarlett is exactly what the quote means. " It's me Scarlett. The one who lost everything because of you," I chuckled glaring at her. " But thanks to you I was able to throw away the garbage!"

He inspects his nose and says "you have scars" "Scare fade dad" says Falvio and looks at Jaques "but you don't forget the wounds" "Very well said. Many wounds to live by in life which only get scratched and bled everytime we are reminded of that horrible time in life" says Jaques. "wow. so much hate for a house? I stay corrected. sell this shit hole" says Falvio and opens the box with fresh fresh breads. "God that smells heavenly " says Maurizio. "I saw your message in the morning and wanted to welcome you with your favourites" says Falvio making Maurizio smile proudly.