Scoundrel Book Novels & Stories

He drove recklessly way past the speed limit and ran through every red light to get home as quickly as he could. He threw the door open and began to rummage through every cabinet in the house. "You’re lying! You must be lying! How many more secrets have you been keeping from me…" He opened the bedside table and found countless pills and syringes inside. There were also countless copies of test reports and thick wads of medical records. He grabbed my pillow and sniffed it. The moment he recognized my familiar scent, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly. He embraced the pillow tightly and silently went through the medical records.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Nothing gave away the identity. My fingers hovered over the spine, then unsuccessfully I tried to read it but I could read one word. ‘Rogue’ My hand froze. Rogues? The memory of those rogues in the ruins flashed in my mind. Was this book about rogues? Who were they? Why were they… Then suddenly a voice came like smoke against my ear. “You like touching things that don’t belong to you?” I gasped, spine stiffening, heart leaping into my throat. His scent hit me first—stormy, rich, dangerous.

Kathrena wondered aloud, her fingers stroking the worn edge of the book. “It’s a Book of Shadows,” I said, gently moving my hand past Kath’s and opening it to the first page. Like the newspapers, it smelt old, but it had a herby scent rather than one of cigarettes and coffee. “A what?” Skye asked, cocking his head to one side as he examined it. “Of course,” Kathrena breathed. “Witches.” “You know about them?” I frowned.

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

Anberine said coldly as she walked away from the stunned prince. Frowning Skye leaned on the table with a conflicted look. “What’s going on with me?” Skye muttered wearily. “Ever heard the magic of guilt?” the voice asked with a sarcastic tone that grated on the prince’s nerves. “That doesn’t exist and you know it” Skye remarked angrily as he began his search. “True but guilt does exist” the voice replied as Skye observed an area containing bookshelves. Eyeing the title ‘otherworldly potions’ Skye eyed it weakly while pushing the voice’s comments away from him.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

Crish showed seriousness in his facial expression so Camellia could trust him again. “Don’t pretend to be sorry like this, I know, you don’t feel sorry at all. You are still afraid of losing all of your wife’s assets, right? The proof is that you are still afraid if I reveal all the scandals that you have done to me in the past, isn’t that right, Mr. Billionaire?” Camellia laughed evilly. It seems that she is no longer easy to be deceived because she has learned more from experience.

I asked, leaning forward. Seren raised her head. “I am a maid from a lowly background, and I cannot be flattered enough by standing in front of the Alpha and a man, answering insignificant questions.” The word landed like a strike. Even Marcel’s amusement disappeared instantly. He turned to look at me, then back at her trying to process what he had just heard. I didn’t move…neither did she. Marcel finally broke the silence glancing between us, “Did she just—“

the sorceress asked, sipping on a bluish liquid that filled her cup, which I assumed to be maybe a rare species of wine. “One of your sorceresses who worked for my pack stole my mate's scent and wolf,” Kaiden said, swirling the wine glass in his hands. The sorceress had an amused look in her eyes. “I see. You have the power to confront and get it from her, so why come here? I'm guessing she’s dead and that's why you're here—because you need my help.” “Correct,” Kaiden remarked. “She killed herself, and I don't know why. But I know you have a book containing all the sorcerers that roam the earth.”