Scaramouche X Debate Club Novels & Stories

Declan brings up, "and has been somewhat bizarre from that point onward." I take the primary nibble of my homemade breakfast, delighting at the pleasantness I'm at last ready to enjoy. Regardless of how irritating Liam might be, I feel fortunate that things have turned out along these lines. "We should not discuss Oliver," Declan excuses after a long, off-kilter quietness, "educate her regarding the club, Sebastian." "Better believe it," I concur, "what club?" "We own a dance club in the city called Twilight. It is quite possibly of the best club you will track down anyplace in the state," Sebastian says, "and it is additionally the way that we bring in our cash."

And shit, I find them cringe as fuck. Then, the message pops up. “DO YOU NEED A TRY OUT?!” The message says, blinking in red and silver on my screen as if my laptop has caught a virus. This is crazy. This is insane. I stare at it for some seconds before pressing on it and it leads me to another site entirely. “LA DEBAUCHÉ.” It reads. I squint and sit properly. And after some minutes, I came to a conclusion. La Debauché seems to be an exclusive gay club that has an ad running on the gay side of p**n hub and they prioritise customer’s privacy more than anything else based on demand.

“School is pretty hectic but nothing I can’t handle. My team won their first ever court case last week, so everything is sailing smoothly at the moment.” “Wonderful!” Mr. Rousseau exclaims. “Focused, ambitious women will always rank first in my books.” My eyes are firmly fixed on my plate, but I can feel the second Mr. Rousseau’s gaze lands on me. “How about you, Scarlett. Are you a college student? What are you studying?” I raise my head, but before I can respond, Vivienne beats me to it; “Probably some boring liberal arts course,” she says with a stiff smile. “Something quick and easy. Right, Scarlett?”

Alex could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation from across the room. "Hi!" someone said from his left. "My name is Susan. I'm with the debate team." Alex glared at her perky smile, and she didn't seem to gather his need for her to leave. "I'm not interested," he said, craning his neck to see Jane and Cat having an intense conversation. "-please come," he heard Cat say. "I understand your reluctance," Susan said. "The debate team seems dorky or boring, but it's really fun!" she said, shuffling through her clipboard full of papers.

Karen could only talk to Momo who did not understand her. She held Momo in her arms and said proudly, "Momo, Let me tell you something, when I was in school participating in a debate, I was much stronger than them." "Woof, woof, woof—" Although Momo did not understand, she still gave Karen some acknowledgment. Karen continued, "When those members of the debating team heard that the main debater was Karen, they were so scared that they wet their pants." "Woo..." Momo wailed.

POV: Luna The Great Hall buzzed with returning students. Fifth years greeting friends. Fourth years showing off summer transformations. Third years trying to look confident. Second years still excited about everything. First years terrified and trying to hide it. I stood with my pack near our usual table. The one we'd claimed three years ago. The one that had become ours through survival and choice and refusing to let anyone take it. "Three different couples broke up over summer," Nova announced, surveying the room with practiced gossip analysis. "Two rival packs almost went to war over territory disputes. And apparently there's a new dueling club that's supposed to be incredibly exclusive."

“New members, welcome to SCU. Serving my ranks with the loyalty of a wolf to his pack to the last heartbeat. They will be on probation fourteen weeks before acceptance or execution—here is not pass or fail. Here either you are accepted or you die, for this reason I receive several glances from my team. They are loyal to me and trust my plans, but it is their own merit to be accepted into the mafia. For this reason, the SCU is the most dangerous mob, if they book you... just start digging your own grave before they do it for you. “I hope you know what you're doing,” Trevor murmurs, walking next to me once everyone disperses. "I always know what I'm doing. “Why does this seem more complicated

Starting tomorrow we’d have to take our surveillance into the skeezy clubs. The first of which would be the fight club, word around town told us that there was some kind of event being held there, and if I knew Alexander Ducane, he wouldn’t miss the chance to attend in order to expand his contacts and dealings. It was common knowledge the Lions Den was the place to go if you wanted to rub shoulders with the skeevy underground elite. There was no doubt in my mind that the opportunistic bastard would pass this up—not for anything in the word.

The girls made their way to the front, settling into their respective seats—Joy in front of Fiero, Mika sitting in front of Moses, and Miriam directly across from Samuel. "Alright," Mika began, pulling out her schedule and tossing her hair over her shoulder. "What clubs are we joining?" She flashed them a smile, clearly eager to get into the swing of things. "Debate club for me," she announced. "I need an official platform to destroy people with words." Moses gave a nod of approval, his eyes half-closed, earphones securely in place with the volume turned low. "Good choice. Verbal homicide suits you." Mika grinned, clearly pleased by the compliment. "You're damn right," she replied.

Chivalry is really dead. Fortunately, the moon shined brightly and beamed on us so there was enough light, I could hear howling from a distance, as people walked in and out of the club, and the trees and bushes ruffled loudly due to the wind. It was scary, is there a horror movie shooting going on or something that I'm unaware of? Scarlet frowned and pouted as she tapped her head trying to figure it out, then she shrugged her shoulders, "What?" "Imma cashew" We laughed together really loudly clutching our abdomens. Trying to kill our boredom, we started to crack jokes and laugh as were on crack, but now I was running out of them, this was the last I could think of.