Scaramouche Quotes Novels & Stories

“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.

Her face gets warm a bit with the weather and those unavoidable eyes of Damien. She simply watches him with that same confident smirk, as if daring him to say more. He moves a step closer, his eyes gleaming with admiration. **You know,** he signs, **as Oscar Wilde said—'You can never be overdressed or overeducated.' You, Carol, are both.** Carol laughs silently, her shoulders shaking with amusement. She leans back against her bike, signing with a wink: **Careful, Damien. You keep talking like that, and you’ll fall in love with me.**

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 .

He should be more careful about hurting me. "I don't agree with this, Tara. I don't want this bitch coming at me!" Scar spat those words as if he could spit at my face. "You get her out of that body or else I'll kill her myself!" "Scar, calm down. This isn't the time to foolishly kill the bitch without retrieving Lorna's body," she reprimanded her. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Are they freaking making fun of me? They bicker around and thought I wouldn't know they were mocking my existence already?

How convenient! Scar released a deadly growl focusing on Jace's hand on my breasts. Jace quickly removed his hand and asked in a quivering voice, "Who-who are you and w-what are you doing here?" Scar snarled in response and I laughed, tsk-ing at Jace. "That's my mate you little piece of shit. Didn't I warn you that my mate would come for me?"

“You’re nothing but a coward hiding behind your guns and your name.” Dante’s eyes widened in disbelief as Scarlet’s hand lashed out, her palm connecting with his cheek in a sharp, resounding slap. The sound echoed through the church, and the crowd collectively gasped. “No one,” Scarlet said, her voice steady and filled with venom, “threatens my man. Do you hear me? No one. If anyone gets to hurt him, it’s me.” Easton, despite the anger he was feeling towards Dante for daring to threaten Scarlet, couldn’t help the proud smirk that tugged at his lips.

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.

“What sort of dumb training are you asking of these fine warriors in this age and time? Confining their arm like some caged animal.” “Maybe that is what they are?” I replied, unblinking. Scarlett gasped dramatically, looking around at each person for acknowledgment. “I always knew you were crass, just didn’t think it was this bad. How dare you call elite warriors of this pack caged animals?” “I don’t remember saying the word. If anything, you are the one who has repeated it twice now.” “You!” She clenched her fist, gritting her teeth. “You know what? I am not going to let you use your barbaric ways to discourage these hardworking men. Take those silly things off this minute!”

Over me. I’ve been scarred for life. And then he had the nerve to be smug about it. I push onto my elbows, wincing. What kind of deranged wolf does that? A very specific one. Damon. Of course. Shock thins, sharpening into something else. I scrub mud from my arms as if I can erase the memory with it. “Disgusting,” I mutter. You can look, Micaela, he’d said — as if I would.