Novel & Cerita Scaramouche X Reader

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."

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

She muttered, locking eyes with him as she spread them eagerly him, wanting to feel him inside her already. “I love you so much Scar,” Nicolas groaned as he push into her slowly, and she moaned at the pleasure and pain of it. He loved the way she sound, the way she moans. Nicolas moved in and out of her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. “Oh... My....” “Y-yes, hmmm...” “Kill me already I want you more,” Scarlet moaned deeper, as their moved together, lost in the intensity of their passion.

Scarlett’s POV The night smelled like blood and smoke. By the time Damien and I stumbled into the safehouse, dawn was only a faint bruise along the horizon. My ears still rang from gunfire; my hands shook so badly that I could barely keep the door latch steady. He dropped the duffel on the floor and pressed his back against the wall, breath ragged. A dark stain spread through his sleeve. “You’re bleeding again,” I said. “It’s nothing.” “Don’t do that.” I crossed the room before he could move, grabbed the hem of his jacket, and pulled. The fabric was stiff with dried blood. “Don’t pretend this isn’t happening.”

I scream. It feels almost like an illusion. His hands stop wandering my body and his eyes widen. Then, I lift my hand to his face and start scratching, and he does nothing to stop me. All he does is clutch his chest. I keep scratching until his body falls over mine, limp. I push him off and sit up, and when I see his open eyes, the realization hits me, I know he’s dead. I scream and scramble back until I hit the wall, horrified. My shaking hand covers my mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

Chris wasn't happy reminiscing his bitter moment with my sister. I can't believe Emily will do this. Is she that cold-hearted to do this. "Are you okay being my wife?" he released his full gaze on me. His grey eyes were shining so brightly. "yes, I am. I'm kinda happy to be with you." I said blushing. "will you perform your duties as a wife, you will be with me till death do us apart, and in return, I promise I will cherish you till my last breath." he kissed me so passionately after me nodding my head. So what did you think of this chapter don't forget to vote and comment

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

"You're a part of his world now, whether you like it or not." The next few days were a blur of research and half-hearted attempts to return to my normal life. Alex and his dark secrets felt like a siren call, impossible to ignore. I found myself at "Le Chateau de Sade" again, the BDSM shop, my thoughts racing with images of Alex and the bond between us. The scent of leather and musk filled my nose as I perused the racks. The shopkeeper, a knowing smile playing on her lips, watched me from behind the counter. She knew, of course. They all did. The supernatural community of New Orleans had a way of finding out these things. "Looking for something in particular, darling?" she purred.

“I wonder if he even knows what kind of mother he has. How much of your poison he’s inhaled.” That did it for me I stepped forward until we were chest to chest and sent a slap right across her face. “You know, Saela,” I whispered, “for someone with so much filth buried under their designer shoes, you talk a lot of trash. Scammer? Scamming Alpha's? Dupe? Too intense for a girl like you.” I snapped and she flinched. Just slightly but it was more than enough for me. I saw it. The flicker of fear.