Scoundrel Book Novels & Stories

The onlookers looked at me in shock, as if they hadn’t expected the supposed villain to be the one who called the police. The officer turned to me. "What happened?" I pointed at Joanna. "Someone’s causing a medical scandal here." "She’s talking nonsense! She has no medical ethics and illegally harmed two patients!" "It concerns two families. This is a major medical scandal! This unscrupulous doctor should be arrested!" The officer frowned and looked at me. "What's going on?" "I know what's going on!" A weak elderly voice rang out. Everyone turned to see a gray-haired elderly woman slowly walking over. "Mom? You... you can walk?"

Their scent hit the back of my throat before they ever spoke a word. And then some people fell in between. Not entirely good or purely evil. Their scents shifted with their moods and thoughts, like caramel and then burnt caramel. I had to think deeper with these ones. Because they could change entirely, and they may not. “Don't miss me too much.” Her hands crawled all over my skin. Canara was pure evil; the scent of rotting meat festered with maggots. She didn't have a single good bone in her body.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

Opal thought feeling disgusted by the mere thought of a pervert over her supposed dead body. It made her skin crawl to think people like this existed, and she felt the urge to make a run for it the more. “Crazy bastard,” his colleague cursed. Fearing to move, Opal took note of how long it takes to get to the car and how long it took to get back, and all through she stayed still. Finally, she could hear footsteps and knew the man was back, “Here you are, the shovels as requested.” The shovels came crashing to the ground and the man by Opal’s side walked away, she could feel he was far enough when she heard the voice of both men become thin and faint.