Scaramouche X Mona Novels & Stories

“Well, she’s here.” Several women murmured in agreement. “I think calling it a competition is an insult,” Mona continued. “To me, certainly. When the outcome is already decided, what is there to compete over?” Her confidence was impressive. She truly believed she’d won. I found it amusing. Instead of responding immediately, I reached up and slowly unwrapped the scarf from around my neck. The movement drew everyone’s attention. The mate mark was fully visible now, the scar tissue catching the afternoon light. Gasps echoed around the table.

Caspian sighed and snatched the phone from her. "Oh." Mona nodded, sitting upright. "I'm guessing you and Lorenzo talked about me." "Something like that." Caspian murmured. "You're scared that one day you're going to wake up in hell?" Mona asked, her face incredibly innocently scary as it didn't rhyme with the question that came out of her. Caspian smiled. "Are you really here to kill me because of the killings?" Mona's innocent expression immediately vanished, her eyes turned into their golden reptile-like form. "Do you know what pisses me off? The fact that you do not even remember." Then she moved in close, placing her hand on his forehead and sinking her fingers into his hair.

Would she know the relationship between her and Henry? All of a sudden, she felt uncomfortable like a mistress caught by his true girlfriend. Monique frowned slightly, but still stretched out her slender hand. "My name is... Monique!" Although Gu Xiaoxiao's hands were already very beautiful, it was obvious that Monique's hands were more beautiful than Gu Xiaoxiao's when they were put together.

McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen. Red hair. Soft face. Out of place. Interesting. "Who the hell is she?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Behind him, the manager shifted nervously, already sweating. "Uh... she's new. Ticket booth." McLauren didn't look at him. "Name." "Mona." Silence. Long. Heavy. McLauren watched the screen, studying the way she smiled, the way she reacted to Kane. The way Kane reacted to her.

The mole on her nose, on her lip, the fan of her eyelashes and the roundness of her eyes. "There you go," she finishes with a last swipe of her finger on the tip of Alexander's nose. "No more sunburn for you," he smiles. "Love you," Alexander admits, inching further to kiss him. The smell of sunscreen is also pungent on Moni's own skin, her body warm after lying under the sun. Every detail about her never ceases to amaze Alexander. When she pulls back to gaze at him once more, his eyes can't help but fall on the small scar on her forehead. Alexander swipes his thumb up and down over it, Moni squirming and dropping his eyes at the contact.

I sank into the hug, grateful for the older woman’s steadying presence. “You’ve done well, Lexie,” Lady Samantha murmured, her voice soft but filled with pride. “You’ve made it through the first step of your journey as Luna. And the Moon Goddess has blessed you.” I nodded, feeling both the weight of my role and the sincerity of the blessing. “Thank you, Lady Samantha,” I whispered. “But I’m... I’m not sure. The water—what we saw in it...” Lady Samantha pulled back slightly, her expression serious but filled with understanding. She looked over her shoulder at Paul, who stood a few steps behind, watching the two of us with a mix of curiosity and concern. The Luna placed her hands on my shoulde

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

This table of food might’ve been touched by that old pervert earlier—no way she’d let her master eat it. Adriana chuckled. “Mental cleanliness, huh?” She could clearly see how much Mona disliked Baldwin. “How could my pure, ice-clear flower of a master be tainted by that crooked, shameless old man?” Adriana packed up her briefcase and patted Mona on the head like a puppy. “Let’s go, my good disciple!” Mona made claws with her hands and scratched her cheeks, squealing, “Aim~!” Adriana looked at her in amusement.

"If you dare to create trouble outside my company again, I'll tear your mouth apart." "You bitch!" Monica couldn’t say another word due to the searing pain in her arm. The color drained from her face as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Yvonne used Monica's scarf to wipe her face and threw it aside in disgust. Xavier opened his mouth to speak, but when he met Yvonne's chilling gaze, he fell silent immediately. The burning glare in her eyes and the scar on her cheek made her look even more frightening, like a witch. Yvonne walked past Xavier and warned, "Don't ever mess with me again."

I wasn't going to invite any of them, as a matter of fact they're not kid people, they dislike children but Scarlett insisted she wanted to come and I ended up inviting her. “Who's this?” Xena asks, eyeing my sister with a smile. “My sister,” I plainly say. Looking back at Layla I gesture to the three Musketeers. “Scarlett, Caelum's wife and her darling friends Eva and Xena,” “Sex.” Layla nearly snorts, “I'm familiar with their trio. They're literally on every magazine I pick up at work.” Scarlett lightly giggles, with a hand on her waist. “Thank you. You're charming, you sure she's your sister?”