Scaramouche Quotes Novels & Stories

As we sat down a bartender attended to our orders. “So why did you do that to Jake, he’s nice.” queens started as she sipped from her wine. “wrong sentence..” I sips from my wine and sighed. “After my experience so far, ‘boys’ and ‘nice’ don’t fit in the same sentence.” “But not..” “you want to tell me not all are bad?” I scoffed. “Fuck that shit, they appear nice just to get in your pant, and then what?...” Scarlette yelled, Queens notice I was boiling so she cut me off.

Crusty and small both clenched their jaws, the smirks vanishing off their faces. "What the fuck do you want?", I said in a strong tone, crossing my arms, their smirks reappearing. "Still as feisty as the first day, sweet cheeks", Small smirked putting his hands in his pocket. "To sum it all up, we are going to teach you a lesson for being a bitch", Crusty said in anger and I held back my chuckle when Scar eyed his crotch and he gulped taking a step back. "Seriously? Do you really have this much useless time", Scar said in irritation.

I saw him drop to his knees on the flooded pavement through the rearview mirror. I lit a cigarette. Manipulation was Scarpa's greatest skill. But I was immune to it now. His love was cheap and selfish. And I, Viviana Romano, want nothing of it.

I think I'm starting to get drunk too. "Do you know what, Mr. Lemiere? You're so cruel when we're working.. You let out a lot of bad words but you're kinda.. hmmm.... hmmm.. a good man.. I think." Positive that she's drunk. She said she was a good drinker but again.. she's Scarlette. The clumsy girl.. "You're handsome but your personality is just.. hmm.. so.. bad." I raised my eyebrows when she said that. She looked at me smiling and she's completely drunk. She put her index finger to my chest and poked it a few times.

“You’ve lost that right. You made me feel more shame than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, Liam.” His jaw clenched. “I call you that because of your damn eyes, not you hair.,” he said. “That shade, deep and rich like melted chocolate—I couldn’t get them out of my head from the first time I saw them. You think I say it casually? When it comes to you, Scarlette, I don’t do casual. I’ll take your anger. I’ll take your silence. But don’t look at me like I’m a stranger. I’d rather you scream at me than shut me out like this.”

, " What then should I do? I don't know what I do wrong " " Stop questioning me and get out!", he fired, " I should leave? I thought we were going to..mate..". Damien scoffed, looking back at her, "Mate? With you? What makes you think I'll ever mate with you? ". " Hm?", " I would never imagine myself mating with you, not with fungi who shouldn't be born. Now get out!". Scarlett's mouth hung open with thousands of needles stabbing her chest as he looked at her like she was some insignificant object.

“Guess what I scored, dumbhead.” She sauntered toward Scarlet with that arrogant sway only spoiled princesses mastered. She leaned in close, her perfume suffocating. “Seven hundred and six out of a thousand.” She dragged her words like venom. “Let that sink in.” Her little entourage snickered behind her like brainless parrots. Liora wasn’t done. She pressed even closer, her mouth nearly brushing Scarlet’s ear. “Are you suuure you can beat that, Scarlet?” She snickered cruelly. “I’m pretty sure you’re that pathetic loser who scored twenty-four. Is that why you didn’t write your name on the script? Afraid everyone would see how stupid you are?”

“Regret?!” The man in the suit repeated, his face frosty. “I, Scar, have been in the streets for so long! I never feel regret!” Right after he finished his words, he grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it on George’s forehead.

Jack scowls leaving his fist mid-air. "I won't!" Scarlet shakes her head stubbornly, standing at akimbo with her hands placed firmly on her waist. "Do you want to kill him? He's your man for fuck's sake! Instead of you both to be planning on how to take down Lucien and Declan, you both are here fighting and quarreling! What sort of foolish assholes are you?!" She sighs and pats her head, disappointment so evident on her face.

" Say what you want to say or scram if you don't want to " said Rogue as he tipped his chin at Leo " Scram , all right I will scram " said Leo as he chuckled darkly " But you gotta answer my question , why is it that everytime my Lady is injured its related to you ? " " Sorry ?" Rogue was so surprised that he didn't know what so say anymore , yes , he indeed didn't and couldn't save Chelsea but what relation did he have with Chelsea getting injured everytime .