Mona X Scaramouche Novels & Stories

Scarlet moaned aloud as Xavier surged deeper inside of her. "Ahhh!" Scarlet cried out as Xavier began thrusting furiously in and out of her. He held her hips tightly in his hands as he continued to pound into her. Scarlet screamed with delight as he finally hit an empty spot inside of her and she came again. Scarlet buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and squeezed his waist. "Xavier!" Scarlet moaned excitedly.

Monster: Stone Mount Poison Scorpion Level: 18 HP: 150/19850 Skills: Reckless Charge, Bite, Poison Spit, Stone Skin, Poison Stab As Mistaken Fox stared at the creature's health, cold sweat started to trickle down his forehead. He could see that this creature was just one hit away from death. He then turned to Kirou and Shadow Arachne, only to see them standing off to the side playing with their respective wire and spider silk. Mistaken Fox could only release a sigh before he approached the now bound and near-death poisonous scorpion.

He laced their fingers together and like a set of mischievous children they took off towards the flamboyantly painted truck. After nearly crashing into an old lady and a woman pushing her dog in a stroller, they skidded to a halt at the window of the truck, “Two vanilla wafer cones with a drizzle of chocolate sauce and thirteen chocolate chips.” Xander rattled off, barely sounding winded from their sprint, but beside him Serenity panted softly. The woman inside the truck stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and horror at his specifics, “Thirteen-?” She spluttered.

"I want to go on top." Happy to oblige, Damon laid back and helped Scar on top of him. She positioned her thighs on either side of his hips, and she lowered herself down onto his cock. He speared her, and she threw her head back in a throaty moan, revealing the column of her throat as she sank down onto him fully. She took his full, thick length easily after months of training her for his size, and now Scar rode his cock eagerly, grinding her hips against against him.

"How much do I owe you for the trip?" Noelle's brother Xavion had given me a lift in his baby, an acid-green Oldsmobile Cutlass with the goddess Ma'at painted on the hood. The thing was a gas guzzler and a half, and though he always said he wanted to chop the engine out and replace it with an MR6 V8 Hybrid—whatever the hell that meant—he never seemed to have enough funds to do it. The Cruzes had finally lost their matriarch Daniella to cancer last year, and with three younger siblings to get through middle school to college, a lot of their dreams had to be on hold financially speaking.

Luna's voice rose to a shout, her aura flaring. It was a mere flicker of her former power, but it was enough to send the omegas scrambling for the door. Marissa shot her one last venomous look before they vanished, their footsteps hurrying down the hall. The moment they were gone, Luna's legs gave out. She collapsed on the vanity stool, her hands shaking violently. The brief surge of power had cost her dearly and nausea returned with vengeance. She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her body trying to expel the poison in her veins.

I wave my arms up to show him what I mean. "You like beast wagons with butterfly doors?" He pinches his lips together, nodding his head seriously. "It might be a bit late to get a custom Bugatti wagon built from the Celestial Moon Forge for tonight. Same for the McLaren forge. But if your inner wolf really wants one of those rides, and you are fine with taking one straight off the lot, I can make it happen. I can make some magic scrying calls right now." He pulls out his crystal stone.

She had trained until her muscles screamed, but still her father looked past her to praise the Alpha’s perfect daughter. And now finally the Moon Goddess had handed her the sharpest weapon of all. A scandal. A shame. A ruin so deep it could not be hidden. Jessica’s heart pounded, her breaths shallow with anticipation. She could already see it—the way the Elders’ faces would tighten in disgust, the way the whispers of the pack would sharpen into knives. The way Alpha Mason’s pride would crumble into ashes. And Aria? Aria would fall. The untouchable Aria Moonclaw would finally be dragged into the dirt where she belonged.

Jax nodded respectfully at our presence, "You already know our purpose here." Scar saved himself a headache from listening to Vice and Jax talk business and started to look around. All the men on motorcycles wore the same leather jacket marked with a wolves face. The design was simply intricate. Scar had always had a passion for art, that being why his skin and the shiny surface of his bike was covered with his own designs. He found that the more designs he put onto his bike, the more he became protective of it. It was almost as if he feared if someone were to look at it for too long, they would understand aspects of his life that were extremely personal to him and Scar wasn't one for openin

Very soon, Mary got out from the Lamborghini. She was wearing a revealing, red crop-top sweater, and she looked like a proud black swan under the night sky. After walking directly over to the Maserati, she forcefully smacked its engine cover. “Xyla Quest, get your ass out here!” Xyla frowned yet again before getting out of the car and approaching Mary. Mary immediately raised her hand and was about to slap Xyla across the face. Before Mary could do so, Xyla swiftly dodged the attack and grabbed her by the wrist. “Mary Sullivan, don’t go too far,” Xyla warned.