Scaramouche X Mona Novels & Stories

How can you have afforded to exquisitely described a man’s physique at complicated times like this? Mentally shaking the thoughts away, she raised her right eyebrow to expressed her dismay. She could barely have managed to suit herself when the rascal looked back at her with an intense regard. Charismatic and demanding of attention. ‘Oh gracious! How could he to managed appear more attractive when he looks at my way?’ Lady Francesca was too inexperience to resist overwhelming presence of the man. Her lack of clairvoyance with men had made her struggle to keep up. “Oh! What a terrible coincidence was it? To let your pure and innocent ladyship witness my vulgarity as you call it…” he retorted

“Lucian mentioned it. Said it would be symbolic. Healing. That we’d finally let go of the past and fix everything.” Her voice cracked. “He made it sound like it was our choice. I didn’t know it was planted. That it was planned without me.” Sienna looked at Monet. “You did this. You manipulated him. Manipulated me.” Monet just shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? You wanted Scarlett. You got her.” “No,” I snapped. “What you got was a war. One you’re not ready for.” Monet clicked her tongue. “It wouldn’t have been a war if you weren’t always so difficult. You ruin everything, Scarlett. Every damn thing. Like a walking curse.”

Chapter 17 Lyla's POV: Mona? Why on earth is she calling me now? Mona was a stripper I’d crossed paths with at four different nightclubs during my relentless search for the Ruthless Knight. Back then, I’d given her my number, hoping she might come across information about him. But she never called—not once. Even when I tried reaching out, my calls went unanswered. Frustrated, I retraced my steps, visiting every nightclub where she performed, only to be told the same thing: She was “unreachable.”

Her voice is raspy and sultry as she begins, “I already know who you are, Luna.” She stretches a gloved hand out in a handshake, her voice seems to slither in my mind as she says, “Oxana.” I feel something roil within me but I remind myself that this is just an introduction. Taking her hand right now is important. So I do. I take the handshake and insert some rigidity into my voice as I speak, “Scarlett. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Oxana.” She nods, hand still gripping mine firmly as she asks oddly, “But this isn’t the first time we’ve met, is it sister?”

she humbly persuades me, but I take her hand appreciatively. “I insist. Let’s go have pizza and then after that, we can catch a movie.” “Movie?” she repeated after me innocently. “Yes, we’ll catch the movie that is on broadcast now, the CEO Wears Stilettos. Do you like romance?” “Definitely,” she answered cheerily. “I accept your offer, Sin. It’s the first time someone other than Mistress Lara has been so good to me.” “It’s only okay that I, as your boss, treat you well.” The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet.

Mona stopped in her tracks. “What the actual fuck.” She exclaimed. “What the hell has happened to you two?” Before either of us could answer I looked over and noticed Cam at the poolside bar chatting up a female who was enjoying his attention. He finally made eye contact with me and flashed me a smile that translated to “I’d come talk to you, but I’m trying to get lucky.” I roll my eyes at him. Something doesn't feel right all of a sudden. I looked back at mona. “What are you two really doing here, Mona.” My tone turned serious. She swallowed hard.

SCARLETT : Harrison Cage, you are a witch! The chickens stayed calm as he fed them, but he witnessed as they tried to come for me, so I guess he understands the reason why I was that scared. "They don't like you very much," he pointed out. "Gee. Thanks," I said flatly. "Aw, c'mon Scarlett De Luca, are you mad at your good friend?" He feigned sadness. "Yes, I am. Said good friend just laughed at my misery."

He had heard scraps of news about her over the years, of course, mainly from Henry and Mollie. Ronnie had completed her degree course and majored summa cum laude... Ronnie was living in New York and looking for a job... Ronnie had got a job... Ronnie was working in Venice... In Rome... In Prague... Ronnie... Ronnie... Ronnie... Henry and Mollie weren’t his only sources of information, though. Only the previous winter in London, Sasha had unexpectedly bumped into Veronica’s mother, Henry’s stepmother, predictably just outside Harvey Nichols.

Here this pathetic monk was negotiating with the cruel monstera. "You do know that that you are speaking to a monstera, correct?" She was the female version of a monster. Poor Maddox, his life is surrounded by female enemies...one after another they could not let him live in peace. This pretty much synopsizes what goes around come around. "Sasha! Can we have lunch please?" Katia clapped three times and the woman in the headscarf gave nod. "And no garlic in the soup..." she spoke in a pure French accent.

Jaden glared at Mona Lisa feeling a little bit angry and disappointed that she refused to give him to his request. Mona Lisa focused on the movie ignoring Jayden's request. Jayden reached out Mona Lisa’s hand and grasped her hand trying to squeeze her hand while Mona Lisa tried to break off from his grip, both holding an intense eye contact.