Novel & Cerita Scrooge

I mumbled under my breath. "Anyway I'll start," I cheered before clearing my throat. "Your full name?" "That will be Giovanni," he said slightly tensed but I decided to give a blind eye to his change of mood after all he is mentally unstable or so I thought. "You do realise I asked for your full name?" I stated in matter of fact. "I'm well aware Rose but you see there's something about my full name that always leaves people gasping so basically I'm doing you a favour," "Egoistic prick,"

a man emerged from the shadows but he couldn't come close to me. He had brown hair with hazel eyes and a pointy nose with a scar just above his upper lip. And a really awful smell like rotten meat was coming out of him which made me scrunch my nose in disgust. I was getting bad vibes from him and I could feel my babies were also uneasy almost as if they were telling me to run away from the man

The_real_prince_charming GEEZ, I AM SORRY THAT I AM SO AWESOME THAT YOU FIND IT DISTRACTING. Chloe_awesome_scott FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU ANNOYING SOB! I NEED SOB! The_real_prince_charming ... YOU NEED SONS OF BEACHES? Chloe_awesome_scott DAMN, TYPO! I NEED ANSWERS! AND, BTW, IN YOUR CASE SOB MEANS SON OF A BISCUIT! The_real_prince_charming UM...HOW SWEET...I AM NOT SURE WE CAN MAKE MORE SONS OF BISCUIT THOUGH.

“And is he?” Zoe said now. Torn from his thoughts, Scars stared at her, without a clue what she might be talking about. “Is who what?” he asked. “Is Saint a saint?” His hard face cracked into a smile at that, and Zoe almost swooned. Much like a teenaged girl going all stupid over some boy band, Zoe really, truly, almost full-on swooned. Just when she thought that she liked Scars just fine all scowling and rough, he went and smiled at her.

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.

His footsteps echoed ominously, resonating with the turmoil within him. He felt a surge of nausea rising in his throat, a bitter reminder of the poison that coursed through his veins. He clenched his teeth, fighting back the urge to vomit. He had to maintain his composure, his dignity, his reputation. He was Scar, the billionaire philanthropist, the visionary genius, Lord of the dragons. He could not afford to show weakness, not in front of his enemies.

Clearing her throat, she began speaking. " I know you're in there, please come out." A movement was heard but no one came forth. Scarlett sighed before placing more bag of coins down on the table she had found. That must have interested the person because footsteps was soon heard. A huge body filled the room, dressed in shabby clothing. His eyes were sunken and they were no trace of youthfulness in his face anymore. Scarlett almost felt sorry for him. " Why are you here, Scarlett?" He called out, His voice calm but Scarlett could sniff out the slightest bit of irritation. Her lips twitched as she stared at him.

Pidge knitted her eyebrows in anger. "Well, my brother loves to make an entrance..." she scoffed. "Anyways, let's get you ready. We have no time.." she referred to the beauticians. Getting a call from her best friend Winter, she answered, "Hello, Winter?" "Pidge? Are you okay? Where are you? Is Mr Dasher..." the worried voice of the friend came through the other side. "Mr Dasher is an asshole..." she blurted out making all of the beauticians stop for a moment.

Scot just wants to die and go to her. ……….. Scot placed a bouquet of white roses on Zoe's tombstone and looked at the picture of her. That picture was taken by him. "That's ugly, why can't you take a beautiful picture Scot?" Zoe threw her scarf at him and yelled. Scot laughed seeing her angry face. "That's not my fault. It was just because you're ugly!" Wanting to tease her even more he said. Then she looked at him for a while and made a snowball before throwing it at him with fury. Scot couldn't help but laugh seeing how cute she was.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.