Scrooge Novels & Stories

High cheekbones, angular nose, and the beginnings of a beard cover his cheeks, the hair light against the natural tan of his skin. "About time you made it, Patrick," Rebecca stands up, striding across the room with sure steps, her heels pounding against the hard floor. "Becky," he gives her a smile that I'm sure have made many panties drop. "We don't do first names between us. I'm Trick, remember?" "You're late," she fixes him with a glare and a disapproving purse of her lips. "And I'll stay to make up for it as long as," his eyes find mine, and he raises his eyebrows. "What's your name?"

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.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

The man said as he jumped up after Crone. A man on the ground dragged his axe in sand as he walked towards the hoard of scorpions. The bald man was fat with a large stomach and a scar on his left eye. His armor clattered as he walked towards the swarm of scorpions. “Yeah, I got this Megat.” The fat man, Freeze, raised his axe with both his hands. The axe had a very long handle, so when he swung it, he swept a large area around him. The scorpions caught in the sweep all were either slashed in half or crushed by the force of the swing.

The woman hesitated for a moment but eventually smiled and accepted Scarlett's hand, shaking it as she replied, "I'm Abegail Garcia... And you?" Scarlett's smile widened even further, but a hint of annoyance tainted her expression as she retorted, "Pleasure to meet you, Abegail. I'm Scarlett Scott Scoville, Storm Scoville’s wife."

Her sensible shoes clicked against the polished marble floors, and she clutched the edge of her apron, steadying her nerves. New Year's Eve was tomorrow, and the house buzzed with preparations. Mr. Gusto's son, Henry, was coming back from Canada after a decade abroad, some business venture in timber that had made him a fortune, or so the staff gossiped. As she pushed open the pantry door, a gust of cold air swept in from the front entrance. The heavy oak doors had swung wide, admitting a tall figure dusted in snow. Penelope froze, peeking through the cracked door.

The door slammed behind Hazel. Max let out a shrill bark and slammed against the back door as he tried to understand the young woman's angry tone. Les flopped down on the chair he'd been sitting on during Hazel Myers's tirade. What a frustrating woman! She must be kidding, he said facing Max. "Scrooge! Scrooge! She'd called him, Les Morrison, a scrooge."

LUCAS OR SOPHIA OR WHO WOULD YOU SACRIFICE? (2105) *Twenty people have been recorded dead since the attack of some unknown creature led by a masked man now known as the Scourge . The survivors announced the presence of an opposite gr--* "Turn it off", The Scourge screamed. "Twenty people is an embarrassing kill compared to the amount of followers I lost and it is all that Professor's fault!" He broke the cup in his hands.

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.”

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.