Scoundrel Sans 소설 & 이야기

She stops and takes a deep breath. “Breakfast!” a guard shouts as a few others start sliding trays in with food. I want to keep the conversation going because I want to ask Kanda about herself. She smells different. Even with all the other nasty smells in here, I can still pick up her scent, and it is nothing like humans or werewolves. It is the same with that girl who keeps sleeping, though their scents are not the same. Putting my questions aside, we eat, and even the no‑name girl who was curled up in the corner joins in.

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

Theria raised her hands and lightly touched sasquatch, who didn't seem to mind the attention, "Take it, easy girl," She moved her free hand and chanted, "Dèan na faclan againn mar an ceudna," A soft glow emitted from her hand. Sure hope this works. Warren stepped forward, "Can you understand me?" he held out his hand, "I am Warren Vandal," he kept arms lengths and made himself look as friendly as he possibly could.

"Xena, look! Isn't that guy touching another guy?" My coworker's voice snapped me out of my stupor. Sure enough, in front of us was a man running his hand all over another man's rear. They had their arms slung around each other and were heading for a car. The scene hit me like a cold wave. I had been reborn. The man fondling the other man was none other than my brother-in-law, Julian. My coworker, just like in my past life, was all wide-eyed with curiosity and immediately pulled out her phone to take a photo. After she got shots of the two of them kissing, she urged me to follow them.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”

"Yeah. But you're killing the cat in me right now." Jessy flashed a ghost of a smile. "Nah. I don't think so." Jessy then pulled out a necklace with a butterfly pendant made of gem, probably an amethyst, out of her hoodie's pooch. In the middle of the pendant was a reddish liquid in a tiny vial. "Here's a gift from me," Jessy said, placing the necklace in my hand. "Oh, no I can't accept that. I got nothing to give you anyway—"

Lifting up his eyes and directly saw Wenren's gradually deepening smile. Thump. Wenren's hair was braided by one of the villager's children. The single centipede style only used a knot at the tip of his ink black hair. Wenren's wild charm wasn't diminished by this hairstyle. In Ritian's opinion, it only made him look extra great. Wenren's crooked nose shows how fun-loving the guy was. So much that he would wrestle a cattle when he's bored. The scar on his forehead made his face distinct and rogue. Although every features screamed manly and demands authority, his eyes softens his expression.

She glanced at Stanley again, who was still limp beneath the weight of four goblins sitting on top of him. Then Scar, at last, looked up at Stanley. He was still naked after his shift, his perfectly sculpted body on full display. But unlike her, there was no modesty in him. His powerful muscles radiated strength and surety, all the way from his broad shoulders to his powerful thighs. While he met her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes like chips of ice. "Scar," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "why did you run?" She averted her gaze, trying hard not to look at his nakedness or even think about it. She and Hazel were in grave danger, having sorely miscalculated just how powerful and capable