Novel & Cerita Scaramouche X Mona

Her gaze traced the raised, uneven scar tissue, taking in every detail of the damage. As expected she couldn't recognize it was Lucien standing before her, the man who loathes her with passion, the man who owned her existence. To her, this was the Hydrangea guy, a man with a scarred face. She rose onto her tiptoes, trying to reach my height. I bent down, letting her close the distance. Her small hand lifted. She was hesitant at first. Then her fingertips brushed against the preserved scarred skin I just had the cosmetic doctor make up on my face.

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.

she clearly taunted her. "No, I didn’t mean that -" Mona cut her off. "Yes he is older than me by just 4 years and just so you know older guys are more fun." she gave a devilish smile. "And yes he is with other girls. But I am his permanent one. I am always invited to his every music launch. Also I was his date at his friend’s spring party.’" Her face was red. I was amused by that look of her. What a weird name it was, I said to myself. I had heard that name often, maybe it was her boyfriend. And the idea of anyone in her acquaintance made me feel nauseous. Of Course he would be some rich rude guy, that she could flaunt like that watch of hers "Yes, but he is seen with other girls many time

she gasped, covering her protruding belly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry my dear, did I hurt you?” Scarlet asked worriedly. Monica smiled softly and shook her head. “I’m fine Luna.” Scarlet sighed in relief. “I’m sorry but you know Damien’s wolves are everywhere. One can never be too careful, you know,” she smiled painfully. “I understand Luna, you don’t need to explain,” the younger girl replied and frowned, grunting softly as she placed her hand on her waist to ease the pain.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

But she knew her limits. Her hands were shaking too badly. She could barely stand. Doing her own makeup was beyond her right now. So she sat. The moment she did, Marissa was on her, yanking a brush through her wet hair with unnecessary force. Luna's head snapped back, her scalp burning. As they worked, they kept up their cruel gossip. How Luna had let herself go, how Damon deserved better, how Helen knew how to present herself properly. They hinted of the time Helen and Damon had been spending together without fear.

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.

After I ended the call with Dad, Rosie Shaw's voice drifted out of the villa once more. "My sweet Mark loves me the most, of course. That's why he's helping me teach that bitch a lesson. I'm so happy!" When she held Mark Jamison's jaw, I saw the ring on her ring finger—it was Mom's ring. Chuckling, Mark gently bit her finger, saying, "You're always so mischievous!" His legs, which were supposed to be paralyzed, were stretched out comfortably on the coffee table in front of him. It looked like they could move just fine.

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"