Scaramouche X Sethos Novels & Stories

Vivian pov Not far away, Isabella Blackwood whispered, "Scarlett, is this the show you wanted me to see?" Scarlett Hayes smirked, "Do you know who Mr. Hughes is?" "Who is he?" Scarlett leaned in and whispered something in Isabella's ear, causing Isabella's expression to shift dramatically. "I didn't realize there was this connection. Does that guy Hughes know?" Scarlett smiled slyly, "He doesn't know, and that's what makes it interesting." Eagerly, Isabella raised her phone and switched to video mode. "With a show this good, it's better to share the fun." At that moment, Mr. Hughes was about to wrap his arms around me when I suddenly grabbed his wrist. With a sharp crack, Mr. Hughes's wrist

He could not believe his brother would take part in these inhuman act, and he will make sure he justified his actions, "What's the second question" Bethsheba asked, "Is not a question, but what you will do" He said, "I need you to remove a voodoo magic, which was unleashed on someone, a scorpion made by your sisters had been targeting her life" He said, watching as she stood up, waking towards her cupboard, bringing out some portions, "A woman you said, does she have anything to do with a witch, why would her life be targeted" Bethsheba said, now putting a big pot on the fire, Xavier watched as it steamed towards the air,

The poor deer died instantly. "Ah, deer stew is good." Gregorio said, and the servant quickly run toward the dead deer to skinned it. Desmond smirked in evil way before start singing, "Camellia, Camellia, I want to meet you as soon as possible. Let's have a lovely night before I'll tear you in pieces." Meanwhile, in Scorpion's Guild office, Cecilia can't stop sneezing for a while. Hugo made her a herb tea when she waits for Max, who still checking on Hongport.

a bone-curling scream tore through her throat before she burst into sorrowful sobs. She has been raped! Her flower has been stolen by a rapist! She sobbed loudly. Saffron’s mind was too slow to register where she was or what she was doing there, until the bathroom door was pushed open. Standing by the door in his full glory was Caspian, the man of every woman’s dream. Tall with straight hairy legs, smooth and muscular built with a fine line of hair trailing down his chest to where the eyes could reach– above his white towel that was loosely tied around his waist.

Ethan hopped on behind her holding her waist. “What the fuck,get off my bike” She said, “Just drive,else you badly want to die in my arms” Scar hissed as she drove into the night. They weaved past cars, Ethan resting completely against her,his hands wrapped around her waist,his nose at the crook of her neck. “What the fuck,you got no shame” Scar said feeling uncomfortable with the closeness. “I've missed you” “You were fucking Cindy, liar” “I wasn't” A bullet whizzed past them.

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

"Calm down, Tristan. Just talk things out. No need to be impulsive." He stepped in front of Tristan, offering Leon an apologetic smile. "Don't get involved, Mason. How can I not be angry? He's holding my girlfriend's hand! She cheated on me!" "Didn't you say you two broke up? He's her fiancé now. Who do you think you are?" Jemma chimed in. Mason tried to calm Tristan again. "You've had too much to drink, Tristan. Just go inside and rest for a while."

That look seemed as if it could pierce through my soul. His face darkened like a stormy sky right before the downpour. After a long silence, his lips curved into a cold, mocking smile, and he let out a bitter laugh. “Shannon, you really are something.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone filled with sarcasm and frustration. “I’ve never seen a woman push her own husband away like this. Since you insist, fine—I’ll give you what you want.” With that, he slammed the car door shut with a loud bang, the sound jolting my heart.

Jake, a course mate of mine, said, cutting my trail of thoughts and also catching the attention of everyone, as I continued to scroll through my phone. “Yeah, I heard it was Sasha brie,” Mason scoffed, his eyes full of disbelief, as he leaned back in his chair, “Didn't think such a virgin girl had it in her though, and after all her act of being holy and waiting for the right one, I knew I should have banged her up when I had the chance.” “As if you ever had a chance Mason,” Jake shot back with a grin, “We all know she never looked at your sight, not even once, the girl was all on Mr handsome over here,” Jake said, with a wide grin as their sight was now directed towards me.

There was no point arguing, not when his scent was this intoxicating, not when every breath I took made my wolf hum softly in my head. Moments later, the door opened and another man stepped in, carrying a tray with a glass of water and a bowl of soup. He is almost as tall as my mate, though his features were softer. He had dark blond hair, neatly trimmed, and his gray eyes held warmth despite his strong build. His aura was powerful too, confident, steady. The faint mark on his neck told me he was already mated. “This is the water you asked for, Alaric,” the man said respectfully.