Scorned Novelas e Histórias

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.”

What a pathetic whore’ ‘I always knew she was a whore. This is despicable’ I resisted the urge to smile, but every word said to her, every look of disgust. They all hit so hard. I hadn't felt this satisfied in a while now. “Si…sis… I had no idea you would be here?” She stepped forward, hands trembling, face burning with shame, that is if she still had any left in her. “So you would've been more careful?” She froze, jaw clenching.

The word boomed across the hall, cutting through every scream and whisper. It came from my uncle, Uncle Vittorio; his face red, spit flying from his mouth as he jabbed a finger toward us. “A disgrace!” he roared. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Do you realize the shame you’ve brought onto this family?” The word, scandal; sliced through me sharper than any blade. All my life, that was the word I’d been warned against. The word whispered at dinner tables, thrown like knives at anyone who stepped out of line. Don’t be a scandal. Don’t bring shame. Don’t be different.

I couldn’t help but try to lighten the mood somewhat, because what else was there to say really? My sarcastic statement was met with a deep frown, a look of utter hatred, even as pure unadulterated disgust rolled off her in waves. That upset me more than it should. And the sight of her tear-stricken face made me want to eat back my words. I didn’t focus much on her words, knowing she must be hurt, and possibly frightened out of her wits… But my eyes strayed to the scratches down her neck, and her ripped shirt.

Evelyn Brooks waited in the shadows of an abandoned stretch of the city where streetlights flickered without commitment and the air carried the smell of rust and neglect. She stood perfectly still, her black coat wrapped tightly around her frame, her posture rigid with fury that had not cooled since the news reached her. When Scorpion finally appeared, emerging cautiously from between two derelict buildings, she did not turn to greet him. She did not need to. She knew he was there. “You failed,” she said flatly, her voice cutting through the silence without emotion.

With trembling fingers, I tapped the article. The words hit me like punches. They called me a gold digger. A social climber. A manipulative slut who had supposedly dumped one brother for the richer one. They painted me like some heartless opportunist — a woman who had “snared” Andrew for money and status. And then there were the pictures. Old photos of me and Matthew — one of us laughing together at a café, another of his hand casually on my waist. The comments beneath were brutal. She’s disgusting.

"Weren't you so arrogant when you threw that soup? Why are you acting like a half-dead dog now?" The Silvermoon Alpha snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, two tall enforcers seized my shoulders and forced my head up. A glowing red, sizzling silver brand was held before my face. "My daughter has three scars on her face. You will receive ten in return." This was the Sinner's Mark, used to punish grave offenders. The scars it left could not be healed, not even by an Alpha's power. I watched the glowing metal approach and shut my eyes in despair.

“I owe you.” “You owe me nothing, man,” Scars said in a husky voice. “Just an explanation, when you can.” Sam nodded, the shook Jinx’s mostly-clean hand. “It’s a doozy.” “Oh, I know.” Scars’s tone was even, but his blue eyes were blazing with suppressed anger. He knew that it was bad, whatever it was, and he knew that it involved that selfish, poisonous bitch-queen, Kathleen. He also knew that it was going to hurt both Sam and Cindy, and he was already furious about that, even before he knew what it was causing the hurt. “I’ll get the alligator pit ready.”

CHAPTER THREE VENITA POV~ I was pulled roughly onto my feet, causing a small red coin to drop from the pocket of my clothes. I wasn't naturally superstitious, but for some reason, I grabbed this tiny object and moved with it wherever I went. "I need to pick my coin, please." I begged desperately. The guard to my left, Ricky, huffed. "What good do you think that'd do for you?" Tears strolled down my face, but I refused to take any more steps forward. "Please, Ricky. Just... please."

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”