Scoundrel Sans Novels & Stories

the newly arrived man said. Looking over her shoulder, Lady Francesca could see a young man at his mid twenty’s with large muscles and dark complexion. His intricately designed crossbow made of high caliber sturdy rare oak wood. Plus, the authentic gold chains worn over his neck, arms and even ankles says he was something of high wealth. But wait what?! Did he just call the wholesome of womanhood scared cowards and bunch weaklings?’ Lady Francesca gritted on her thoughts but she tried to keep it within herself.

the scout says, producing a folded piece of parchment from his jacket, hands slightly unsteady as he passes it across the table. Kaelan unfolds it, and I lean in close enough to see the rough charcoal sketch — an insignia, hastily rendered but clear enough in its basic shape. Interlocking crescents, elegant even in the scout's imperfect recreation, though something about the design feels sharper than I remember, angles more aggressive, the original elegance twisted into something considerably more menacing. My breath catches. "That's Selene's seal."

Something that would destroy her completely and make Killian see her for the monster I would make her appear to be. I grabbed my phone with shaking fingers and dialed a familiar number. My heart was pounding as I waited for the answer. "Hello, Sicilia," I said when the voice picked up. "Get me that pill tomorrow through courier. You have to be discreet. You can send it with luxury bags or flowers or cancer drugs. I need it latest tomorrow morning. Do not fail me." I ended the call and stared at the door with hatred burning in my chest. My reflection in the mirror showed my swollen cheek and wild hair, but what scared me most was the look in my own eyes. They looked desperate and dangerous.

His eyes turned red, but he refused to let the tears fall. Bang. The door was kicked open. Several unfamiliar men stood at the entrance. The leader wore a black jacket. A scar ran from his brow to his cheekbone. Three burly men stood behind him like a wall. “Who are you?” My father’s voice turned sharp. “What do you want?” The scarred man grinned, showing yellowed teeth stained with smoke. “Someone told us to take you somewhere fun, sir.” His gaze slid from my father to me. It made my skin crawl.

Anna said smiling. “Bonjour mezz Arnold” Madame Lambert boomed as she came out of her office. “Good afternoon Madame Lambert” the twins chorused. “I adore the bonnet you got for me the last time” Anna grinned. “ Yes, can I please get another shade of the design?” Ara asked. “ Of course, et a pleajure” she replied her French ascent creeping through her English. “Vhat vould jyou like me to do for jyou?” she asked bowing slightly as she got to where the trio were standing.

But when I realized I had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, I breathed out, “Fuck it.” I walked over to him and took the pen. “Are you sure I won’t regret this? It feels too good to be true.” He circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Trust me, Dahlia. You’ll enjoy this agreement more than I do.” He stopped behind me, his breath brushing my neck. “Sign it, and watch me remind you who the hell Dahlia Hayes really is. Your success before this will look like child’s play compared to what’s coming.”

It was a draft of a blood oath, written in magical ink. "By the Moon Goddess, I, Clark Drake, pledge my life, my loyalty, and my pack's entire fortune to join Layla Green's pack, serving as her eternal knight protector. As a show of my faith, I present the complete legacy of the ancient alchemists..." I saw my own name at the bottom of the "asset list." Listed along with my alchemy equipment and ancient rune books as part of the "offering." And next to my name, written in blood-red ink, was a humiliating note:

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.