Scoundrel Sans Novels & Stories

Now he is busy gathering support from influential school students, none other than the old kids as his close friends. Submission of application to form this club is not just any. Hoping after gathering support from the best students in the academic world, namely the top five consisting of Carol, William, Sihan and Anthony themselves, this proposal can pass smoothly without obstacles. Sihan was a model student and a role model for students in ethics. Carol is the school's unofficial mascot and public image. Anthony troublemaker, who overwhelmed the school, went awry because in line with his mischief, the school's grades remained superior to the majority of SOPA students. Then William.

"The sculpture in the photo looks quite familiar. It looks like the one that won the grand prize just recently." "Didn't the sculptor say she created the piece based on her sister? Why are there human bones in it? This is so scary." "You should look more closely. That's plaster, not bones! You should go and get your eyes checked. Don't go around spouting nonsense." "Our lovely Layla loves her sister the most. You should show the deceased some respect and watch what you say online." "I'm not trying to pick a fight with anyone, but… Is Layla Larson's sister named Hazel? She was my classmate. Even though she had a physical disability, Hazel had always been an optimistic person. She didn't seem

A smell that was enough to make me gag. “Never. He’s mine. All mine. And once I’m through with each of you I’ll be sure to mark and claim him as my own. The wolf without a scent and untapped potential will be mine, all mine” echoes the voice. A shiver now running along my body. My eyes still locked upon the scene. My mind racing with more questions than it did answers. Untapped potential? Wolf without a scent? What does he mean? Just who is he? Feral growls soon erupting into the air as wolves and Lycan alike all move to fight. The sound of wolves now pouncing on top of the other while sinking their teeth and claws into the other was enough to make me sick.

I rubbed my chin. “Damn Boss! Do we have any leads yet?” Tyson was eager for a good hunt. I swear if I did not know any better, I would say he was a bloodhound, not a wolf. “I did get a description of the scars on Karen and Tate. I’ll get a full description and personal details when I go meet with Alpha Mason.” I lean forward, elbows on my desk. “You’re personally handling this one?” Marcus is fishing. I can feel it. If Tyson was a bloodhound, Marcus was Sherlock Holmes himself.

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.

He'd stripped his outerwear and rolled up his shirtsleeves, but there was no mistaking his striking presence. "Papa." The girl straightened, pushing out of her seat as the man reached her side. The man lowered himself into the vacant chair, staring at Matthew from eyes darker than onyx. An unsightly scar stretched from his left eyebrow to below his right eye. Despite his average height, the man emanated a powerful brooding air, and the deep lines and wrinkles in his rough, bristled face didn't make him look less intimidating. They only served to give him a strong, well-fortified appearance.

I scolded myself inwardly at my need to know everything about her with immediate effect. Taking a deep breath, and masking my face with a deep frown, I turned open the first page, and there lay a picture of her, walking alone and under it was her name boldly typed “Elena Gilberto”. I found myself repeatedly muttering her name, until my eyes slowly shifted to Duello, who had a confused look on his face as regards my reaction, and that was when my frown deepened. You are more than this Vincent, stop making a fool out of yourself in front of your employee! I scolded myself yet again, and sighed exhaustedly.

After they tried hard to sense the man's Internal Breath, they looked even more surprised because there was no fluctuation of Internal Breath from the man. They had thought that the man was a mysterious and powerful expert, but now, they felt it hard to tell the man's power. "Boy, who are you?" Cancer asked again. Chu Xun remained silent. "Fu*k! How dare you, a silly boy who came from nowhere, put on airs in front of us?" Scorpio, standing behind Cancer, spoke up. He had an evil aura and a huge scorpion tattoo, with the scorpion's head on his chest and scorpion's tail wound around his neck. The tattoo looked chilling.

He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake, “I am Duncan Mann. I'm sure you know who I am and ah, I know where exactly I am. I came looking for you.” “I don't know who you are,” I told him vaguely. “That's impossible,” the first man cut in. “How could you claim not to know Duncan Mann, the CEO of Duck Entertainment. That is impossible, Miss Martinez.” “Chill bro,” I turned to the second man. “It seems you must be his subordinate. I thought you would have introduced him as Lord Duncan, Alpha of Duck… wait, duck! You mean you are the CEO of the ducks.” Duncan was offended. He was glaring at me. I began to laugh at him now, this excited me.