Novel & Cerita Scorpion Without His Mask

Goosebumps surrounds my whole body, he doesn’t take his eyes away from me. He takes off his shirt revealing his chest, his abs birthed in six compartment, sweat trickled down the line between his abs, his right arm is covered in a scorpion tattoo with a snake wrapped around its neck choking the life out it. Somehow I felt like the scorpion, he had me wrapped around his fingers and I could never escape that fact. “Like what you see” he ask and my eyes cross to it realizing that I had been caught staring. A smirk swept across his face, “You have been a bad girl” he mutters, I swallowed down as my body reacts to his words, I am shivering, shaking uncontrollably.

He definitely looked cleaner and sharper than what Scar did. Scar imagined him to be a businessman, like all the ones he'd seen on the television - when he bothered to watch it. Scar had to admit, he would have been intimidated if he were to have been any bigger. Scar inadvertently began to think of his father; Men in suits are like men in masks, they use the clothes on their backs as a way to scare people, son, but you must not let it scare you. Suits can be torn, a brave heart, however, cannot be broken without ones say. Sighing, Scar faced the problem with harsh eyes, wishing he could put his thoughts back in his head.

Scorpio urged, his intense piercing glare warning him to comply. Petrov forced a grin, fear evident in his eyes. Khalid stood by, his face serious. He knew better than to laugh unless instructed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scorpion limped out of his office, leaning on his walking stick. He wandered through the dimly lit basement, where the atmosphere shifted the moment the men spotted him. Fear washed over them. Their hands shook as they struggled to carry out their tasks. "Is that how you wrap it?" he bellowed, delivering a hard slap to one guy's back.

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

“Tell Kaze Lee to get his ass here right now! “I know he’s in there. He injured my boss’ son. I’ll kill him today, or my name isn’t Scorpion,” Scorpion puffed out and said menacingly. His grim gaze scanned the room, and no one at Herbal Spring had the guts to meet his gaze. “You have one minute. If I don’t see Kaze in one minute, my people will trash the place.” Scorpion walked to the black couch in the hall and sat down while smoking away. Scared stiff, the owner of Herbal Spring cried, “Quick! Get Mr. Lee here now.”

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.

Hudde and Godefray were badly wounded, and Ayla and Milton were healing them while the others were fighting undead knights. A loud bang echoed inside the temple. Moments later, one door opened, and a scorpionman—a creature with the face and torso of a man, while the other half was that of a scorpion—entered the chamber. In his hands, he held two curved swords. As he moved forward, his tail lifted, and he pointed the stinger straight at Rhobart. The clock on the wall indicated two in the morning.

I nodded for her to answer it. Behind me, the door opened, and Seth's eager voice mingled with Ruby's soft cries. "Did that good-for-nothing husband of yours take off? Couldn't wait, could you..." He froze when he saw me, his embrace around Ruby halting, his taunt cut short. However, then, he shrugged off the meekness he always showed me and laughed with brazen confidence. "Never would've pegged you for this, Mr. Scott. A man of your reputation...

I'll let everyone know that the 'Victory Queen' is a monster who abandoned her own father! Alexander tried to step in again, but I held up my hand to stop him. I looked at the man in front of me, his face twisted and sweaty, and I could not help but smile a little. "You're on drugs." I was not asking him. I knew it was true. His smug look turned to pure fear. Having been a lawyer for so long, I had learned to notice every little thing, even when I was mad. He was all over the place, talking nonsense, shaking and sweating like crazy, and skinny as a stick.

He turned to walk away,but Lucein caught his shirt from behind,the force tearing the shirt as he turned, sending another punch flying, Lucien fell in his knee still holding onto his shirt. “Who sent you” He asked relentlessly, breathing heavily. “You can have the shirt” Marcus said,as he unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall. Lucein froze as he saw the tattoo covering his backside,an eagle holding a snake in its claws. “I don't know what I'm turning into anymore…..I don't recognize myself” Scar sobbed, still hugging Aria. “It's alright,it's just one step at a time” Aria said soothingly.