Novel & Cerita Scaramouche X Debate Club

The girl has never cursed a day in her life, I think I may be somewhat of a bad influence. Why the hell does that make me feel proud? “I me-me-mean, the girl Damien is seeing is an air elemental in his sparing class, and he pretty much announced she’s his mate so he wasn’t going to leave her!” “Where’s the ass-face?” “No one has seen him or his new,” She sneers. “girlfriend since his announcement.” 10mins after everyone has settled down Mr Fiddler and a group of teachers saunter into the room and onto the raised platform where two desks and chairs are aligned horizontally on opposite sides. The desks are for teachers who act as judges for this week’s debate.

Students formed up in clusters; some are trying to get the entire syllabus in their heads at the last minute, while some were busy inscribing answers on places that are… well, not ideal. “Zella! Hey, Zella, over here!” It was Chloe, a girl from my chemistry class with perfectly coiled braids and a smile that never quite reached her mind. Beside her was Ben, the debate team captain who loved the sound of his voice, and Mia, who mostly just agreed to whatever the last person said. “We saved you a spot,” Chloe informed, patting the empty chair in their little circle. “Figured we could, you know, psych each other up. You always seem so calm about this stuff.”

Men like Killian Dreven didn't waste time on women unless there was something in it for them. "What kind of business?" I asked. "The profitable kind." I raised an eyebrow. "That's not really an answer." "No, it's not." He seemed amused by my reaction. "But it's the only one you're getting right now." "Mysterious." "I prefer strategic." A waiter walked by with champagne, and Killian grabbed two glasses, offering me one. "To strategic mysteries," I said, raising my glass. "To new beginnings," he countered. We clinked glasses, and I took a sip. The champagne was expensive, the kind that went down smooth and left you wanting more.

Tonight. I maneuvered away, letting the music mask the tension. But Emma noticed. Her lips curved, her group parted. Before I could think, she was strutting toward me, heels clicking. “Look who decided to show up,” she sneered. “A party? Shouldn’t you be at home practicing your speech for tomorrow’s debate?” one friend added. Yes, I had a debate competition to prepare for tomorrow, which was organized by the school’s debate club, but I also deserve some fun, and what I have been through with the school so far, i deserve to have one.

She wore a black leather jacket over a simple shirt, her hair pulled back tight. She looked calm, almost bored and that made me angrier. I clenched my fists. I could feel my mates watching from the front row. Ethan’s blue eyes locked on me, steady and worried. Luca sat straight, arms crossed. Dante leaned forward and Eli fidgeted with his phone, probably recording everything. An elder stepped to the microphone first. “This debate will decide the future direction of our packs. Luna challenges the Omega’s place. Raven Blackthorne defends tradition. Each speaks for ten minutes. Then questions from the crowd. No interruptions. Begin.”

“Hush. It’s fine. You’re gonna get through this, okay? I’m here, we’re here to help you, right, boys?” Alvin chuckled and hugged me, too. “Yeah, even though, Dulce and I just got married two months ago, we’ve been attending class on how to be a good parent, so maybe we can help a bit,” he said, “Well, there’s Almira and Alexander that has more experienced.” He laughed while Almira’s hitting him. “Aww! S-stop, Almira!” “You freak! Shut up!” “Hey, Alexander, I know you’re disappointed but at least pretend that you’re happy for me,” I joked then the two stopped and act serious but Alexander’s emotion remained cold.

She mumbled. Damien chuckled, taking a swig from the wine bottle in front of him. He stood up, walking behind her. Turning back, he leaned in, hovering over from her behind. " This is why I said we need to team up. If we had, that wouldn't have happened." He muttered, amusingly. Damien smelled of tobacco and wine, a sharp contrast to Gerald's expensive cologne. Scarlett grimaced, hating that he was right. Shifting uncomfortably on her seat, she turned to him.

There was something even worse. Someone from the audience took the lead and yelled, “If you can’t beat them, then you can't. Why are you looking for excuses? Does Supreme Club really need to tamper with the stuff in order to defeat you when you suck so much? I’ve seen my fair share of shameless people, but I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as you!” Many spectators joined in and shouted at them as well. In a split second, the Avengers Club was forced into a corner.

If I remember correctly… it was…… “The Disciplinary Committee ‘Storm Trio’ is coming. If you don’t want to be accused with ‘unlawful assembly’…” “S-Scram, guys! Before we get caught…!” Wow, they sure act fast. Most of them immediately fled from the scene, but still, there are some rather stubborn ones remaining. “I-I-It’s not a problem if I’m here just to have a duel against you… right? Y-You…! I demand a duel against you…!”

The fund’s real owner was me. The broker he used was someone I arranged. Every agreement he signed was designed by me behind the scenes. Sean did not know who he was playing chess against. He thought I was only a wealthy, impulsive returnee from abroad. He did not know I had been playing this game for eighteen years. Since I was eight years old. The day the net closed was Everdusk Group’s annual shareholder meeting. I walked into the conference room in a black suit. Sean sat in the main seat, surrounded by his people.