Scaramouche X Reader Novels & Stories

safe. "No," I whispered. His gaze softened and he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me. “I’ll make it end,” he promised. The phone buzzed again on the desk. Another message from Scar. 'Let’s meet. Soon.' Alexander said nothing but pulled me closer and pressed a kiss on my head. "Go to sleep." TBC Here's a sneak peak to my new book. Check it out! CHAPTER SEVEN Buzz~ JASMINE VALE I couldn't look at Dormani in the eyes, after what I had done in my room.

Emmaline trembled when he traced his index finger over her vertical folds slowly, collecting some honey on his fingertip before plunging it into his mouth. Damien sucked it with his eyes closed while his other hand was on her right bosom, squeezing and massaging it. 'So, fucking sweet,’ Scar grunted in his mind. "Today there won't be any hurdles. No shyness, no rivalry, nothing can stop me tonight from claiming what's mine." Grinning, he sat on his knees while eyeing his wife's naked figure that was writhing on the bed. "Tonight, I will ruin you," Damien spoke in a dark tone, his lips twitching in a menacing smirk as he unbuttoned his jeans. He hurriedly started stripping himself but a low s

She asked, furrowing her eyebrows as her honey-coloured eyes stared at him. Christian averted his gaze from the book and peered at her. “Oh, my god!! How are you?” She asked excitedly while Christian tried his best to recognise her. “Do we know each other, miss?” Christian asked. “Yes!! I am Amelia Scott. We have met once before. I am the former assistant of Author Scarlet. Now, I work in Spain and just came back for some business.” She answered and Christian got excited at the mention of his favourite writer and rose from his chair to greet her.

Stacey siad and pulled Whitney away from Ariyana. "Stacey slow down" Whitney said as she tried to keep her balance on the heels she wore. Stacey dragged her out of the restaurant and pointed at a car. "You pulled out here just to show me a car" Whitney asked frowning at Stacey. Stacey giggled and said "look behind you" Whitney turned and her eyes went wide like saucers There stood someone who she never expected to see anytime soon. Chapter 46 Author's pov Whitney rushed into Jack arms and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. She hugged him like it was her last.

he kissed me so passionately after me nodding my head. So what did you think of this chapter don't forget to vote and comment

"I'll find her. And when I do. I'll beg. Beg on bended knee. Go where she goes. But show Harrison Blackwood is not the devil Maya portrayed him to be. Be the man Leya needs." Alone, finally, in her life, the therapist cocked her head to one side. "That is your promise. Now hold on." And as Harrison left that office that night, his chest aching but his heart seething once more, there was one thing echoing in his ears above the rest: He had scars that would haunt him for a lifetime. And out of those scars had been driven home a promise — a promise that would be the refrain of his years.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

" Yeah. We dated for a while. Since we both didn't find out fated early and we just had each other until I found out she rejected her fated just to be with me" He explained. “So, she is your obsessive stalker" “If you put it that way. Then yeah" “Now let's do what we came here to do" Then he got to explaining all they had. The drawings of the rogue wolves and their victims. Names of missing wolves now turned feral. And books on dark magic. Soon I noticed the way he stood closer to me after that. He was touching me, holding my hand. He kissed my cheek and my eyes. Distracting.

After I ended the call with Dad, Rosie Shaw's voice drifted out of the villa once more. "My sweet Mark loves me the most, of course. That's why he's helping me teach that bitch a lesson. I'm so happy!" When she held Mark Jamison's jaw, I saw the ring on her ring finger—it was Mom's ring. Chuckling, Mark gently bit her finger, saying, "You're always so mischievous!" His legs, which were supposed to be paralyzed, were stretched out comfortably on the coffee table in front of him. It looked like they could move just fine.

He whined and I rolled my eyes while laughing but the laughter died immediately I turned towards him and saw him standing there shirtless. The air conditioner is turned on but I am covered in sweat, my face is literally dripping and at the same time, I am feeling cold as I stared at Logan's naked chest, particularly his right nipple that has an obvious scar, an unmistakable scar... A scar that I have been looking forward to seeing but definitely not on his chest. "Oh shit." Logan is the gang leader I have been searching for. I suddenly felt overwhelmed, I am staring at his chest and I really want to look away but I can't. "Nicole?" Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Log