Scrooge Novels & Stories

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

With that, Skye left. "Well, I'm Hugo and we'll be working together." The guy named Hugo said. "I'm Scar, looking forward to working with you." She held out her hand and he shook it smiling at her.

At all. Even though I had my sessions with a shrink, I doubt the hole deep inside me will ever be filled. Holidays, birthdays and any other events passed me by just like normal days. Even Christmas was just an ordinary day for me. "Stop spreading bad vibes, you Ebenezer Scrooge," Roxy once told me during last year's Christmas. Yeah, she compared me to Ebenezer Scrooge. That's how fast my love for holidays had gone down the drain.

He didn't look like a Prince here; he looked like a ghost haunting the ruins of his father’s empire. A low, guttural rumble vibrated through the floor before a pair of headlights cut through the gloom. A battered truck screeched to a halt twenty feet away. From the driver’s side stepped a man who looked like he had been put back together by a blind surgeon—Varick, the leader of the Scourge Rogues. He was a mountain of scarred flesh and unwashed fur, his eyes glowing with the unstable yellow light of a wolf who had spent too long away from the civilizing influence of a pack. "You’re a brave one, Little Prince," Varick rasped, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over a grave. "Or a v

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

The orange-haired, flat-chested lady jumped directly over the sofa and came to Roger . Sheniu's talents are fully utilized. "Hello, my name is Croissant, an operator of Penguin Logistics. Although you and we are colleagues, even though we are enemies, but since you saved our lives, then we are a family. A family does not say anything. Family talk, do you have money? Lend me some?" Roger : "?" Jessica: "?" What a super scary sociopath! This time not only Jessica was shocked, but Roger was also speechless. really..

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”

Lucian said pleadingly. "I am willing to humble myself before you publicly to take her back. Just give us back our mate, please," He said, and I heard his voice crack and knew he was crying. "Men that cry are like little boys. Did you get her revenge? You invited a stranger to your home and let him go after he committed an offence at Scarlett's expense. His name isn't Gregory; he is Geoffery, and I have him in a cell for Scarlett's amusement. You do not deserve her, and you know it. It is best you leave and go face Garland. I am sure he is likely to spare your lives if you make him the same offer you just made me.

"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.