Scaramouche X Kazuha Novels & Stories

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Kazuko thought as she started surrounding herself with wind while going up. "What do you think you're doing?" Mitsuki asked as she saw Kazuko floating. "I'm going to find that useless brat, so that Yami can fight that thing well" Kazuko said. Everyone started hearing a loud scream as Natsu then hit Kazuko chest, as they both fell to the ground. "Shit, I thought I was a goner" Natsu said as he tried to stand up. Natsu mistakenly place his hands on her exclusive chest as he felt something soft.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

CHAPTER SIX; Behind Closed Doors, Under the Table Transactions. A Snake—A Traitor. Can be a Friend, or a Lover. You Can Never Let Your Guard Down. — "According to Mr. Brown, this lady here," the head maid pointed at Dalia. Dalia waved her hand to the maids and other personnel that was lining in front of her. She was smiling widely that even her eyes were also smiling. "This will be our new maid. Introduce yourself."

Whoever She is. Qomar was silent. This made Syamsa cling to spoil. "Why don't you amen?" Qomar smiled. He was confused. Between confirmed and not. He wanted to guarantee Syamsa's prayer but he knew that the other side of his heart wanted Sazkia. There are two different rooms for two girls with different characters. If he had Syamsa, all his friends would give him thumbs up because he was able to get his idol. But if he got Sazkia, everyone would say he was great because he was able to conquer icebergs.

Scared stiff, the owner of Herbal Spring cried, “Quick! Get Mr. Lee here now.” Kaze emerged from the back with a grimace. “It’s him, Scorpion!” A thug took a photo out for comparison and pointed at Kaze. Scorpion took a drag and looked askance at Kaze. “So you’re Kaze?” Kaze looked away from the bleeding staff members, his gaze chilling. His gaze fell on Scorpion, and he said aloofly, “Who the hell are you?” “Thud!” Scorpion swept the bottles and containers on the cabinet to the floor and pointed at the mess. He sneered. “Crawl through here, and I’ll tell you.”

One dark mocking eyebrow that matched his inky dark hair raised up, "Is that so?" "Yes!" I snapped, "And I won't let you ruin our relationship. I want you to get out. I don't want him coming here and thinking I have something to do with you. Get out. Now!" Roman calmly adjusted his cufflinks, "It seems you've managed to capture the heart of the only prince charming left in the real world. I hope he's everything you say he is, Miss Aurora" Miss? Was he crazy? I waited for him to walk out before turning to the vase of flowers he had left behind and hurling it away from me with a ferocious roar.

This was the transaction she had truly signed for: the purchase of their humanity. ​As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and gold, they retreated to the cottage. There was no formal dining room. They sat on the floor around a low table, eating simple pasta with tomatoes and basil that Amara had tossed together in the tiny, cramped kitchen. ​The conversation wasn't about shipping lanes or political shifts. It was about the "giant" crab Lorenzo thought he saw in a cave, and the way Bianca had discovered that lemons were very, very sour.

Several minutes later, a black mass materialized and a hunched figure stood in place of the black mass. “Tche, ruthless as ever, Hazel!” and a female hoarse voice came out from the hunched figure and with a wave of her hands, time seemed reversed and the earlier moment from when Hazel was talking appeared in front of the hunched figure. The woman was silent for a moment before she clicked her tongue and mockingly stated, “what is making you confident Hazel? Do you think that you can actually beat me? But heh, since you have sent such an interesting challenge, then I guess I will stop my pursuit and wait to see you becoming a joke. Haven’t you always wanted to make a name for yourself in fron

"Calm down, Tristan. Just talk things out. No need to be impulsive." He stepped in front of Tristan, offering Leon an apologetic smile. "Don't get involved, Mason. How can I not be angry? He's holding my girlfriend's hand! She cheated on me!" "Didn't you say you two broke up? He's her fiancé now. Who do you think you are?" Jemma chimed in. Mason tried to calm Tristan again. "You've had too much to drink, Tristan. Just go inside and rest for a while."