Novel & Cerita Scoundrel Sans

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the red coin that kind driver had given me before. I rubbed the tiny thing in my palm and called out in a small voice. “Cassian.” The man paused, turning to me with wide eyes. “You…” He marched back to me and stopped just a few inches away, grabbing my hand and pulling my sleeve up my arm. Right there was the birthmark I shared only with my late mother, a star-shaped mark with tiny rings of starlight around it. “It is you.” He said, his voice low and dripping with reverence.

Low, deliberate, and carrying the particular texture of amusement that immediately adds to my irritation. "A bit... exssstravagant, don't you think, Alpha?" I spin around. Scyla is leaning against the doorframe, her golden eyes glittering with a dark, dancing amusement. She flickers her tongue over her teeth, the sound a dry, reptilian hiss. “Scyla.” I snarl.

“Before you dismembered the demon, did you happen to get a good look at it?” He nods. “Maybe five feet tall if I’m being generous. Claws, flat teeth, smelled like the inside of an asshole, with skin resembling an elderly man’s ball sack.” “Scrapper demon. Great. When there’s one there’s usually more. They follow behind more powerful demons, eating their scraps. Hence the nickname. I’m surprised it took them this long to follow behind that Third Hierarchy twatwaffle.” I tip my head. “How many old man ball sacks have you seen?”

Indeed, it was the symbol—a black scorpion outlined with a touch of gold, placed atop two flaming swords crossing each other, the flames an ethereal red. "Huh? Why did he draw this? Is he a member of the Red Scorpions?" She wondered aloud, examining the drawing closely. Her eyes then shifted to the name written in italic font. "Francisco Stephan." The name seemed oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. "Where have I heard that name before?" She asked herself.

Alexis messaged, "@Everyone, did anyone get a scare from Mrs. Scoll visiting today? Hahaha!" Someone named Watson from the technical department replied, "Alex, you sure are amazing! That photo is practically the best charm to ward off bad luck. I even wrote two less bugs in my code earlier!" Zander from operations sent, "Mrs. Scoll's expression is just too cursed! Can we use it for some merchandise? Maybe put them by the company entrance to attract fortune our way?"

a scoundrel? Diana lifted her head, wearing an expression of fear and unease. "Help me! I don't even know this man! He's a pervert, a scoundrel!" Kirin's temples throbbed with rage. This damn woman! Daring to insult Mr. Nelson?! He instinctively prepared to exert force. But just as he was about to apply pressure, he heard her scream in agony, "Ah! My arm's about to break! Help me!" "Kirin."

Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles. The enemy leader, a Prime Chimera, turned to the three Scions with wide, taunting smile that bared his fangs. It was shaped like a large, hunched bat with silver scales all over its body. The bat leaped forward and made an ugly screech to the Scions. "We've been expecting you, Scions." His voice was rough and strained. "Why, thank you. So let's get to it, shall we?" Rachelia smiled, and flicked her wrist.

Madam Evelyn glanced at the briefcase loaded with money but refused to touch it. “Young man, I think you're at the wrong place. All the chefs we have were–” “I don't mean your servants.” The woman raised a brow, “Is that so? Then may I know what chef you are talking about?” “Saffron.” The old woman paused for a moment, then leaned back and said candidly, “We don't have a person with that name here.”

"I want to try something new." But Andrew was still holding Jefferson's steps. He couldn't believe what he was saying. But to be honest, the ramen shop visitor is very suspicious if you look around. Most look scary, with tattoos, earrings, piercings, and scars on their faces and bodies. Jefferson understood that even everyone would know right away that they were a mafia gang, let alone an officer like Andrew. "How about we go to the mall and then to a Japanese restaurant? I'll pay for it."