Novel & Cerita Scrooge

[Note: Sorry if the names are sometimes mixed up. Please, continue commenting about them so I can fix them. Thank you!] Scarlett observed the transformation in Abegail's expression. The once friendly and approachable demeanor had shifted into that of a startled cat, ready to flee after being caught red-handed stealing someone else's food. Abegail attempted to free her hand and make her escape, but Scarlett firmly held onto it, her smile unwavering. "Miss...Missus Scoville, I-I must go. My companion is waiting for me," Abegail pleaded, using her other hand to forcefully pry Scarlett's grip away.

I bet he’d use that voice, the one that gives orders, to tell me exactly what to do. She couldn’t breathe. The words, meant for a private laugh, glowed on the screen like an indictment. Oh god. “Care to explain?” he asked, his tone dangerously neutral. He leaned back, steepling his fingers. The sapphire signet ring on his pinkie caught the light. “This seems like a significant deviation from your Q3 marketing projections.” “Mr. Croft, I… that was a terrible, private joke. A mistake. I am so deeply, profoundly sorry. It was meant for a friend, I must have clicked wrong…” The apology tumbled out, weak and pathetic.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

My moist, burning eyes trailed his stride. “Ah!” She chirped, smiling wickedly. “Our visitor is here.” A heinously ugly Sasquatch of a man with a snooty grimace entered with his fierce black eyes on me. He had two scarred X’s on both cheeks that were above long brown sideburns and a long beard that touched his chest. He grunted when he shifted his beastly, dark gaze to my Mother's body on the floor. Brooke crossed her arms with her amber eyes sneering down at me. “This is your stepdad, Gossart. He's a rogue from the Trenchlands.”

the girl shuddered in surprise. “I completely forgot to tell you, dear, this is my uncle, Seymour, he arrived late at night, he comes very rarely and always like snow on his head,” Conrod laughed. Kristin examined an elderly man with deep white scars on his neck. The eyes looked huge through large round glasses. The grey-haired man stood up smiling.

They only opened when I felt something soft touch my skin. Logan pulled a sweater over my head. My eyes went straight to his face after my head went through the neck opening of the sweater. He was so tall all I could see was his chin and neck. His jaw was so sharp and his skin, spotless, besides a scar on the side of his face.

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.

His dirty little secret. His Scarlet.

I said, barely able to keep the chuckle out of my voice. "Thank you," she said sarcastically. "You're so kind, Mr. Jervis. The epitome of generosity. People thought Ebenezer Scrooge was giving when he bought that fuckin' goose for the Cricket family on Christmas? That's nothing, nothing, I say!" "Cratchit." "What?" "The Cratchit family. Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim. Not Cricket." "Nerd," she muttered. "Watch the tone." "What're you gonna do, fire me?" she snapped, turning on her heel so she could go to the back room.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.