Scrooge Novels & Stories

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

He finally had her. THE END

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.

Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!" Just then, a drunken Yves embraced me from behind, his wandering hands becoming restless. I reached out and turned the light on. The love bites on his neck were glaringly red and prominent. I held my phone to his face and coldly asked, "Is this what you meant by having things to do?" A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by impatience. "You're even jealous over this? It's just a superior being empathetic toward a subordinate," he said.

I snapped out of the trance, my head lifting instinctively as the two fighting rogues tumbled into my corner, their massive bodies slamming against the iron bound wood. The larger wolf, his face mapped with old tavern scars, turned his yellow eyes down on me, his upper lip curling in disgust as his nose caught the sour, diseased scent of my artificial musk paste. "Get your pathetic carcass out of the way before I snap your ribs for taking up space."

my tone, purely sarcastic. Silver's eyes were filled with pity, as she slowly shook her head,“Yeah… sorry dude.” Well, thanks a lot, Dad.

The police officer was about to walk out with Clover when he took two steps and saw a gloomy man in black tights standing at the doorway. He was none other than Scorpio, one of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. He possessed a killing aura and was chilly and scary. The two police officers automatically came to a halt when they saw him, not daring to approach him. They were concerned that this individual was too dangerous to approach and that it was best not to. "Who are you? Get out of my way!" Faced with the police officer's fumigate, Scorpion stood firm in the doorway, even pulling out a blade as gleaming as silver from his waist.

John gave a sardonic and evil smile. ********** ***** After few house ***** “Dr. Antoine Mark?” the man in hood concealing his face asked (who was Brian) when Antoine was getting out from the basement of Zion. “Yes… who is asking?” Antoine said wondering about the weird mysterious man. Brian hit Antoine hard by rod on his head and the blow was enough for Antoine to take a fall. He looked at unconscious laying body of Antoine on the floor and said with a smirk on his face “You will know” ***** After some time *****