Scoundrel Book Novels & Stories

"Don't get confused. You came from nothing, and it's time you return to nothing. Seraphina is a queen. You? You’re just the girl who looked enough like her to stop a scandal." I looked at the papers. Then I looked at the man I had adored for three years. He didn't see me. He had never seen me. He didn't know that while he was out making billions, I was the "Shadow Architect," the secret genius who designed the software his company used to stay on top. If I left, I wouldn't be going back to "nothing." I would be going back to my empire. "Fine," I said. My voice didn't shake this time.

With determination, he began downing the amber liquid, feeling something amiss within himself. Seeking answers, Scar made his way to the study, intent on uncovering more about the elusive Valor's Fort, where Len and himself would embark on their mission together. "Let's see," Scar muttered, taking another hearty gulp of whisky, wincing slightly at its fiery taste as it coursed through his veins. "Valor, Valor..." He repeated, scanning the shelves lined with books. Yet, despite his efforts, the sought-after information remained frustratingly elusive. "What, am I going through the right shelf?" Scar questioned aloud, skepticism creeping into his voice. Determined, he combed through the books o

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

but he was already dragging me towards the bed, "--hey, hey!" This psycho! I crashed on the soft bed, pulling my dress down as my head started to calculate. So Derek Sinclair was a mad man, a rapist? Fuck. Just what kind of dangerous mistake have I walked into? Meanwhile, he opened the drawer opposite the bed and brought out a book. "Read to me, out loud." He threw the book down, watching me. For a brief moment, nothing was making sense to me. The book's cover contained different dishes from Italian cuisines to Asian delicacies, and images of different snacks on it. It was a...a cookbook.

"Yeah. He's the infamous old man I told you about before." A hint of desolation passed through his eyes. "Grandpa holds enormous power, and he has countless enemies. Those rumors were spread to smear him and bring him down. There's no such thing as a private brothel here. "No matter how we explain it, no one believes us. The more we try, the worse it sounds…" He suddenly looked at me. "You didn't believe it, too, did you?" I spilled a mouthful of medicinal soup. "N-No…"

“Indeed, the book is older than your grandmother and I, but it was her favorite… and your mother too. They loved the story a lot.” “Oh?” hearing that, it piqued her interest and she slowly started to flip the pages, wanting to know what was written on it, still she couldn’t. It was in a foreign language, but it did have a little English here and there. “What language is this, grandpa?” “It was called broken English. It was coiled from a mixture of three languages. Written by a lady whose wedding day was turned into a bloodbath.” “Wow, that must be very interesting.”

What was your inspiration to write The Lady and the Scoundrel? I am a writer and full-time editor for many different projects, including a short story magazine. I wanted to write a contemporary romance inspired by my favorite romance novels as an exercise in discipline, to see if I could take on longer writing projects. There are several winks to what once was one of my favorite romance novels sprinkled throughout the story, so you can say it’s very loosely inspired by that one. If any of you figure out which one it is, let me know in the comments! While the historical setting, characters, and plot are completely different, it draws on the famous concept of the strong female lead that has

I sighed and nodded for him to go on with his duty. This can't be. How can tons of books be missing and no one will notice? Maybe the staff is right, I wouldn't be here looking for stories on white wolf if I didn't want to protect Valerie from a wicked Aunt she doesn't know. “Scott!” My mind flickers at the remembrance of him. I know about an ancient library, it was the biggest in the whole world and it belongs to Scoff. Scoffs”is a vampire. I don't mix myself up with vampires but Scott is the only Vampire I could be friends with.

She mumbled. Damien chuckled, taking a swig from the wine bottle in front of him. He stood up, walking behind her. Turning back, he leaned in, hovering over from her behind. " This is why I said we need to team up. If we had, that wouldn't have happened." He muttered, amusingly. Damien smelled of tobacco and wine, a sharp contrast to Gerald's expensive cologne. Scarlett grimaced, hating that he was right. Shifting uncomfortably on her seat, she turned to him.

An audible gasp came out of my lips before I could stop myself. I tried so hard not to move. The scent of hard liquor filled the room, and I instantly knew who had recklessly walked in. Ares. Who else could it be? He's drunk. His heavy footsteps gave him away along with his intoxicated scent. "Stop pretending to be asleep, bitch!" he snapped. "I know you're awake." The familiar sound of his belt unbuckling terrified me. The next thing I heard was the quiet rustling of his clothes.