Scaramouche X Sethos Novels & Stories

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

It was like our entire history together meant nothing. That conversation with Isadora that afternoon had changed everything. Isadora hated Elara for stealing her inheritance. For being the precious granddaughter while Isadora was cast aside. She wanted revenge. Wanted to destroy Elara's perfect little life. And I wanted Killian. So we made a plan. The fall had been my idea. Dramatic enough to cause real concern, but not so severe that I'd actually get hurt. I'd practiced it a dozen times, learning exactly how to fall to make it look terrible while protecting myself.

I nod and take a sip of my scotch. “This is delicious.” Daphne sips her champagne cocktail. “How’s your scotch?” “You know, it’s missing a little something.” “Soda?” she says innocently and it makes me chuckle. “No, something sweeter.” I lean in, running my hand up her thigh. “May I?” She looks at me, unsure. “What?” “Open your thighs for me.” She glances around the room. “Don’t worry, nobody is looking.” “Um, are you sure?”

When he spotted me sitting alone, his bleary eyes lit up, and a crooked grin spread across his lips. Shit. He staggered toward me, the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke hitting me even before he collapsed beside me on the couch. The smell was so strong I almost gagged. “You look sexy, baby,” he drawled. I shifted away, but his bloodshot eyes dropped straight to my chest. “Fuck?” he slurred, licking his lips. “Andrew’s got eyes…” Disgust surged through me. I tugged the neckline of my gown higher, but his hand shot out and clamped over mine, pressing it down firmly.

Sitting on the couch, he said, “Her? She says she likes Haydn Soros. I thought that for such a naive and innocent girl to be so in love with you… How should I put this? As friends who grew up together, I guess I feel responsible to take her to you, Master Soros, so that you won’t miss out on the opportunity to meet your true love.” If Sean Stewart was trying to gross Haydn Soros out, he succeeded. Haydn Soros was truly grossed out by Sean Stewart’s words. Miss out on the opportunity to meet his true love? Who? “This plaything? How did this woman turn out to be my, Haydn Soros’, true love?” Susie Thompson’s lips started trembling. She did not know that she was simply so insignificant in Haydn

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

Hue's mood was black as coal as he watched Sasha glide across the dance floor with Jonathan Leo. The actor's hand rested on her waist, pulling her close as they moved in perfect harmony to the music. The sight made Hue's blood boil. He clenched his fists at his sides, resisting the urge to storm over and drag Sasha away from Jonathan. How could she dance so effortlessly with another man? It infuriated him, especially when he considered that she was his fiancée. Yet, she seemed to be enjoying herself far too much with Jonathan.

He looked around before shouting, “So this is where the trade is happening?” His gaze landed on the first group. The moment the two leaders saw each other, the atmosphere changed. Both men snarled. “What the hell are you doing here?” The second leader's eyes narrowed. “Stone.” The first man's expression darkened. “Blade.” Blade laughed coldly. “Did you come here to ruin my business by arriving before me?” Stone stepped forward. “Walk away now that you still have the chance. This shipment is mine!” The tension snapped. One punch was all it took before both groups erupted and started fighting against each other.

LIORA DENVERUX POV “Adrian Petrov,” The man called Adrian looks around the woods, then behind Damien and I. Scar’s men help Scar out of the house. “You did a number on Scar,” Adrian said as he looked back at me and Damien. “He took my assistant and hurt my girl,” Damien said, coldly. The man looks scary, but Damien doesn't seem to be scared of him, there's this tension between them. “You Black doesn't seem to stay in your lane,” Adrian said.

"We'll sell her to the brothel next town. I heard they pay handsomely for virgins." Holding back, Matthew watched warily as the other thug continued to reason with the scarred man. He wished the argument would stall the scarred man until he figured out a way to help the girl escape. To his great relief, the scarred man eventually agreed with his friend. "Hey, Matty," He pulled the girl off the ground and threw her at him. "Bring this little spitfire with you." The girl shrugged him off when Matthew took hold of her arm.