Novel & Cerita Xiao X Scaramouche

They kindly informed me that Elsa liked to wear jasmine-scented perfume because that was Xavier's favorite scent. Xavier had a ghastly scar that was about eight inches on his leg. But every time I asked about it, he refused to tell me how he got it. When I got home, I sprayed on the jasmine perfume I had just bought and coaxed Xavier into drinking with me. Usually, he ignored me when he came home, but this time, he surprisingly agreed. I got Xavier drunk and asked him about the scar.

A scar-faced man, the leader of the gang, motioned to his friends and the thugs scattered out onto the road. The gang leader pulled out a gun and fired a shot up into the air. Bringing the horses to an abrupt halt, the coachman jumped out of his seat and raised his hands in surrender. Blanched with fear, he stuttered pleas for mercy as he backed away a few steps. Mouth twisted into a sneer, the scarred man turned his gun at the frightened man.

He walked to the mafia Don and gave him a big hug. Angelina watched the mafia Don silently, wondering who the friend was because it seemed as if they were really close. Apart from Diego, Angel has never met any of Xavier's friends. “ Long time no see mate.” The man complained when they pulled off the hug. “And who is she? Is she your wife?” The blondie asked, looking at Angelina curiously. Even though Angel didn't know the man, she could tell that he and Xavier used to be close. “ Angelina, meet William Scot. He's one of the motorcycle racers and an old friend.” Xavier introduced William to Angelina and her eyes popped out when she realised what was going on.

who the hell would dare to do this! "Uncle Xi!?" Xiao xiao tried to call mr.Xi Lan but no one answered! Now she doesnt really like whats going on, she have a bad feeling about this! When she went to the stairs to go in the second floor she stopped as she saw that someone is going down in the stairs! She look at the man, and she realized that this man was very familiar! Impossible! How could he look like my grandpa!? Xiao xiao looked back at the painting and looked again at the man who is about to be near her in the stairs!

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Scoot shouted several times, until the person he was looking for appeared from inside. Xavier's brows furrowed as soon as he saw Scoot, next to Scoot was Bianca, and their hands were intertwined. "What are you doing?" asked Xavier in surprise. "You should thank me for bringing this woman back," Scoot said haughtily. "What do you mean?" Xavier asked with a frown. "You know, this woman was trying to escape. I even found her on the street earlier." Scott said. Hearing this, anger immediately hit Xavier. His gaze fixed on Bianca, he walked over and immediately slapped Bianca.

She gently picked up the Shadow-undertaking Sword and yelled, "Take my sword, Junior Brother Xiao!" Xiao Chen stretched his hand. "No need!" He then leaned over and ascended in quick steps to pick up a twig. He pointed the twig at Xu Hao. "I'll use this twig as my weapon and experience an esteemed sect's profound movements." His deep resentment was evident while he was talking.

Anger rushing from her waist all the way to her head, shouting at her to demand an answer from the guy who should play her husband without considering possible consequences. The dialing tone doesn’t even stop before the host hammers down yet again: “110,000 dollars from Mr. X!” Ava’s eyes dart to the host before following his passionate smile all the way to the middle window on the second floor. Its curtain just stops moving, revealing Scar sitting on the red velvet armchair like a queen on her throne, the plate in her hand marked simply with “X”. Mr. X? Ava frowns, realizing the seat belongs to “Silco”, the masked man Scar relies on. The next second Ava tastes blood on her tongue, but jealo

Scarlet moaned loudly in anticipation of what was coming next. Her body shook lightly as he slowly entered her and Scarlet let out a loud gasp. "Shhh..." Xavier murmured in an attempt to calm her nerves. Scarlet bit her bottom lip in response as she gazed at him in awe and pleasure. She reached out with her hand and cupped his cheek. Her thumb drew lazy circles across his cheekbone as her eyes fluttered shut and her hands clenched into fists. "Oh god!" Scarlet moaned aloud as Xavier surged deeper inside of her.