Scaramouche X Sethos Novels & Stories

Salvatore raised his glass of whiskey and I let go of the breath I had been holding in, it was a good sign, "To a prosperous partnership, Nikolai." Nikolai raised his glass, clinking it against Salvatore's, "Here's to making a fortune, Salvatore. And a future where no one even thinks about challenging our control." Rolling his eyes like he's got better things to do, Scott is very pissed off way lifted his glass and let it clash with Vincenzo's. The tension melted away at that moment, and Scott possessively wrapped his arms around my shoulders. It was as if he wanted to make damn sure that everyone understood that I was his and his alone.

Chapter 40 The moment Liam spotted Kate and Seth together, the tension in the building exploded like a ticking bomb. His voice echoed across the lobby, sharp and accusatory. "You’re disgusting, Seth," he spat, his words dripping with venom. "A pedophile preying on a young girl. Manipulating her!" Kate froze, her breath catching in her throat as the scene unfolded. Her fingers instinctively gripped Seth’s arm, seeking stability. "Liam, stop," she said, her voice trembling. "This isn’t what you think."

Khalid looked at Taheem without speaking a word and he understood, the man reached out and grabbed Megan's other arm, yanking her free from Omar and pulled her to himself tightly. "Omar!" Megan screamed, the grip on her arm was firm and painful, the man's other arm crossed her shoulder, keeping her in place. "Father!" Omar seethed. He couldn't wrestle Megan from Taheem without hurting her so he turned his anger to the Sheikh. "I have a proposition for you Omar bin Khalid." Khalid spoke, ignoring his son's anger and walked towards his supposedly claimed bride, rubbing a thumb across her cheek which felt like dried pasta and fought the urge to just slap her hard across the face.

Chris asked me as he nodded at people as we passed them by. "Erm, she is at the reception grounds we will meet her there. She is getting things in other." I lied through my teeth's. It was time for me to throw my bouquet; all the single ladies were standing behind me. So we started the countdown from ten to one, and I threw it. It was caught by one of Chris cousins; she was so happy jumping up and down. The reception is taking place at one of Chris hotels. Chris and I sat in the same car, and we were driving to the hotel to change into our reception wears. He decided to drive him self.

Sophie threatened “I’m not here for a duel” Nimueh stated blankly “I see you have a scar to remember the last fight, how beautiful” Sophie teased, she noticed Nimueh had a scar mark to her throat where Lucas and Roman had scratched her the previous time they clashed “Yes, your wolf friends did quiet the damage. Which I am quite impressed, it brings me nothing but joy to see werewolves basking an embracing their powers” Nimueh let out a soft smile and sophie scoffed

With that, Skye left. "Well, I'm Hugo and we'll be working together." The guy named Hugo said. "I'm Scar, looking forward to working with you." She held out her hand and he shook it smiling at her.

He put me down, turned around and hugged me tightly, the fire of youth in his eyes. The moon was bright that night. He lowered his head to kiss my eyes— "AH!" A scream dragged him out of the dream. Terry woke up with a start, his heart pounding. He was about to turn around when— Slap! Sarah slapped him hard, her voice terrified, "Who are you, old man?! Get lost!"

I asked, leaning forward. Seren raised her head. “I am a maid from a lowly background, and I cannot be flattered enough by standing in front of the Alpha and a man, answering insignificant questions.” The word landed like a strike. Even Marcel’s amusement disappeared instantly. He turned to look at me, then back at her trying to process what he had just heard. I didn’t move…neither did she. Marcel finally broke the silence glancing between us, “Did she just—“

Gasps rippled through the crowd as everyone stopped to watch. Nathan groaned, clutching his face as he tried to push himself up. There was blood dripping from his lower lip. Coral stood frozen, her face drained of color. Favian looked down at Nathan, his expression cold and unyielding. “Be rude to her again,” Favian growled, “and you won’t be getting back up.”

“A word?” “Leo,” she called his name in her far too sweet voice, even as she willed tears purposefully. “It’s our first check-up… you can’t miss it!” “I’ll be right back,” was all he offered as he shrugged her hand off, and followed after me. I could hear his footsteps behind me, as he was closing in on me, and I didn’t stop, never acknowledging his calls. It was only once he grabbed my wrist and spun me around that I stopped – not out of my volition obviously. The sparks were delicious, hard to resist, and I had to fight back the urge to lean into his space, and possibly rub my scent all over this player.