Scoundrel Sans Novels & Stories

I wanted to share and answer a few of the questions I’ve been asked by readers who have personally shared their feedback with me about The Lady and the Scoundrel. Is Charlotte Astor a flawed protagonist? Why did you choose this for her? The short answer is yes: Charlotte makes mistakes. A flawed protagonist refers to a lead that doesn’t have all the good qualities expected from a hero, which also doesn’t mean that they’re not good people. I chose to make Charlotte flawed because I wanted to take a different route to create her.

When he heard my sigh, he tightened his hold, almost pulling me into his embrace. This was the first time we were this close, and I immediately stiffened. He lowered his head, deliberately inhaling deeply to smell me. His warm breath brushed against my neck as he asked, "What kind of alcohol did you drink just now?" I wasn't very knowledgeable about drinks, so I thought for a moment before replying, "Red wine?" "Did it taste good?" Leon's voice came even closer, almost like a whisper in my ear. "I want to try it too, Estie."

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

"Unseemly, every last one of you." Nonetheless, Jackie strode up just then, still clutching his face as he snapped, "You fool! You'll pay for causing trouble here in Norsedam. This man here is Scorpion, a member of the Airbreakers, the biggest gang here in this city! Get down on your knees and lick my shoes, or I'm killing you!" "You heard him—on your knees, lick his shoes!" Scorpion came to his senses and glowered at Frank threateningly, stomping one foot on the chair beside Frank while brandishing his metal bat.

Then, I watch Luca at alert. His pupils were dilated. I knew that happened when his wolf resurfaced. It was insanely impossible. Yet, I had to ask. “Who are you?” I asked immediately. An evil smirk replayed at his facial structures. It was so evident that this was not the Luca I knew. His forehead was abnormally shiny and veins were at the lower part of his eye. They also looked pale. “My name is Scar.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n I just thought I should update for you all. Don’t forget to leave a five-star review and comment your thoughts. *Winks*

Green’s office. Soren is thrown to his knees as if he were a sack of tomatoes, and when he lifts his head, his eyes widen when he sees that it's not Mr. Green that sits behind the desk; rather, he stands behind the Bigger Boss, the one Soren was sold to, Mr. Scar, answering to the name because of the large scar that runs over his left eye. “M-Mr. Scar,” Soren shudders, his heart hammering because nothing good ever happens when the alpha shows up at the club.

Scar responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What do you want?" Len asked, her patience wearing thin. "I just want to enjoy your delightful company," Scar smirked, fully aware that his words would irritate her to no end. "You're just so...ugh!" Len clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists until her knuckles turned pale. Scar, the sadistic soul that he was, reveled in the spectacle while savoring the taste of wine in his hand. "Are you afraid of me?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow and approaching her with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

They had me. "Let me… think about it for a night," I said, closing my eyes in despair. Back in my dark, damp attic room, I shakily opened my old laptop and searched for everything I could find on "Caspian Valerius." What I found made my blood run cold. I’d heard he was ruthless, but I never imagined the chilling titles and stories attached to his name. "The Butcher," "The Night King," "The Monster Who Put a Bullet in His Own Uncle's Head"... every label came with a bloody rumor.

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

Voice steady even though my heart is racing. "Doesn't matter. You'll be dead before you can do anything about it." The other rogues laugh. Circling closer. Camila is shaking behind me. "Rhea—" "I know. Just—stay close." The lead rogue tilts his head. "You planning to fight? You're what—human? No scent means no wolf. You can't possibly think—" "I think you talk too much." His smile fades. "Brave. Stupid. But brave."