Scaramouche X Mona Novels & Stories

Mona was actually confused, as she really had no idea if her mentor was pretending or otherwise. Still, Scarface shrugged just then. "Well, that aside, other martial elites must have straightened him out before, no?" "Uh…" Mona was left stumped, blinking. "I don't think so…" "What?!" Scarface was left gaping. "You mean that he's always been like this and has never lost?" However, Mona really had no memory of Frank losing and turned to Kat. "So? Has he ever lost to anyone before?"

She unlocked her phone with plans to call her contact. "Hey Ronica." Ronica swerved around, surprised that anybody at all would conceive finding her here of all places. The surprise quickly faded. It was Mona whose eyes were bleeding with venomous disdain. Wearing an expression which was a far cry from how sweet she usually acted. Ronica could tell that Mona had followed her. "I guess you needed a break from all of your pretence," Ronica told her. Mona threw her head up in mocking laughter and boldly walked up to Ronica. The full moon illuminated her expression of blazing fury.

She had trained until her muscles screamed, but still her father looked past her to praise the Alpha’s perfect daughter. And now finally the Moon Goddess had handed her the sharpest weapon of all. A scandal. A shame. A ruin so deep it could not be hidden. Jessica’s heart pounded, her breaths shallow with anticipation. She could already see it—the way the Elders’ faces would tighten in disgust, the way the whispers of the pack would sharpen into knives. The way Alpha Mason’s pride would crumble into ashes. And Aria? Aria would fall. The untouchable Aria Moonclaw would finally be dragged into the dirt where she belonged.

Cole came closer to see it too, and the three of them saw and heard Mona boastfully talk about how she executed a successful plan to destroy Hunter and Claire's lives for what they did to her. She said everything that they needed. Mona also called Claire a 'gorgeous' dimwit who fell into her trap. "Haha, I destroyed that bítch's life and she didn't even notice it. She was so busy eyeing Hunter begrudgingly that she couldn't see what I was doing. She thought I was helping her. That brainless beauty couldn't even doubt me as I started trouble between them and slipped out.” Mona said among many other things. The boys grimaced in distaste. Hunter was literally squeezing the phone so hard that Ra

She looked like a Goddess. Mona smiled at her, until she saw me. “I didn’t know.” She said, shaking her head. I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe a word that came out of that incredibly pretty mouth. “You know each other?” Clara asked, seeing me shooting daggers at Mona with my eyes. If looks could fucking kill, I hoped mine would. Mona nodded, “yeah, in another life. But I’ll talk to you later okay, Clara? Just going to see one of my packmembers.”

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

Mona began to turn and turn around so giddily while giggling like a child at the same time, then she began to jump, clapping her hands and jumping around. Everyone kept watching in stupefaction. Has the princess's craziness affected her friend? Is it… is it an infected disease? Madame Sharon looked at Kira's normal attitude and looked at Mona. She remembered Mona entered Kira's room. Did she…did she eat the fruit salad?

"What? Are you scared a witness will poke holes in your little story?" Mona glanced over and towards her daughter with a bitter smirk, watching as the girl, Genevieve, choked slightly and coughed. The action inspired Mona's bitter smirk to broaden to a triumphant smile that illuminated her dull features proudly, an eyebrow quirking as Genevieve shrunk to her wordless defeat.

A distinctly feminine moan alongside Damien’s moan. My stomach did a double somersault. I pushed the door open, and there it was. Like a badly shot scene from a cheap opera, except it was real and happening in 4K with surround sound. Damien was naked as he kept stroking hard on the lady who he was on top of the bed. Her hands are wrapped around his body as she caresses them passionately, moaning out without restraint. He was obviously good at it. I looked closely to see the lady’s face. It was Patricia. What even caught my attention more was the fact Damien was using dildo on her. It was wrapped around his waist while the dildo part was inside Patricia.

Too bad that the money he had donated to the museum and to his own personal girl's charity had been one of the reasons Charlotte found herself in financial distress once he had passed. "Well, it's never too late to do something new. How about Dracula and his bride?" Charlotte said. "Did he ever have a bride?" "Sort of. But it doesn't have to be a real couple, just a representation of fictional characters." "If you think it's necessary..." "Of course it isn't necessary, but it adds a little something to the party, don't you think?" They arrived at the country club, and the guard at the entrance booth only waved Floyd by. He was such a regular that everyone knew him, which was how she had been