Scorpion Without His Mask Novels & Stories

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

Two days later, Veronica sat in a dimly lit bar across town, clad in a black dress, black gloves, and dark-tinted sunglasses that concealed her sharp, calculating eyes. The air inside the bar was thick with cigarette smoke, the murmur of conversations blending into the distant clinking of glasses. She was powerful and menacing, with the manicured fingers of one hand drumming a rhythm on the wood as she waited. Opposite her sat a man who called himself Scorpion.

He wore a black mask but it has a white scratch-like scar on the right eye. Tumingin ulit ako sa mensahe ni Hellios. [Be wary if one of them wears a mixed up mask. They might cause a lot of trouble.] Tumingin ako kay Knythe. ‘Looks like that opponent is really strong.’ Saad ko sa aking isip. Nanlaki ang mata ko nang may nagbato ng patalim sa lalaking nasa gitna. The guy easily dodged it. Sabay-sabay kaming lumingon sa likod at nakita si Shun. He approached us.

And behind them both, still half-shrouded in vapour, was a third man with grey eyes and a cruel mouth and shoulders that filled Moon's vision like a wall. Sergeant Scorpion. “Look at that,” the sandy-haired one said. His voice was warm, almost friendly, but there was a curl to his mouth that made Moon's stomach drop. “New kid's got some moves. Are you putting on a show for us, rook?” Moon's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His hands hung at his sides, water still streaming down his body, and he was naked, and they were looking at him. All three of them. Their eyes moved over his wet skin before they returned to his face.

, The third guy cried like he had met his demise. "Yul, why are your pants wet? Don't tell me you just pissed yourself-" "Shut up, the both of you!! Stop acting like cowards and face the situation we're in right now!!", Scorpion interrupted them. "What do you mean by facing the situation? You want us to have an altercation with the prince of Silvermist pack?!" "Just watch", I heard Scorpion and gripped his gun tighter, but I scoffed as the faint hint of fear in his voice.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

"What are you looking for? Is it your gun? Don't worry I have it. I took it earlier so you can't use it against me." "What? How-how did you get that when I didn't feel it?" "It's just basic. You're struggling so you didn't realize. You know, even if you change your face. It's still obvious that you're Scarlett," he said while smiling. She was already irritated with anger and just wanted to grab the steering wheel from the man but when she did that it was really an accident that the two of them would have. "Don't get mad. I have no intention of being different from you but I just want to know something from you. Are you a member of the Omare Corps?"

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

She glanced at Stanley again, who was still limp beneath the weight of four goblins sitting on top of him. Then Scar, at last, looked up at Stanley. He was still naked after his shift, his perfectly sculpted body on full display. But unlike her, there was no modesty in him. His powerful muscles radiated strength and surety, all the way from his broad shoulders to his powerful thighs. While he met her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes like chips of ice. "Scar," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "why did you run?" She averted her gaze, trying hard not to look at his nakedness or even think about it. She and Hazel were in grave danger, having sorely miscalculated just how powerful and capable

I don't know who was that masked man who made all of us unconscious and only took them and not me. If he belonged to the scars he never had made his components unconscious other than that he could have looked for Justin when I was unconscious but he didn't. If he wasn't a scar then who was he? And also I don't know where Taurus's body went. There was no blood and even my knife was missing. I'm pretty sure I'm not going crazy or hallucinating. I kinda want to run away from all of this. It's getting hard day by day and it feels like it will get worse.