Author J S Scott Novels & Stories

"You don't seem very thrilled to see me. You do realize how rare my appearance is, don't you?" I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. “I thought you said you were not a typical member here. Why are you here again.” His grin widened, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. “Well, there's a certain someone here tonight who caught my eye." I raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "Oh, really? And who might that be?" Scott leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "You, Jessica. You've piqued my interest."

That he was tired. Scott was a normal, seventeen-year-old male. Once up, he didn’t get tired until much later in the day. He was full of energy, and that was one of the reasons he was still welcome on the farm. He worked hard during his time there. He had also moved to the barn just like Sara had when she was seventeen. Scott didn’t like being there and would often be at one of his sibling's houses on the weekend. Joyce didn’t seem to mind that as he was never supposed to be there full time.

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

The man seemed older, and I saw a scar that striped down his forearm as he raised his hand in front of me with something glimmering as it dangled from his fingers. The keys glinted in the sunlight like baited hooks. Smooth, silver, and far too conspicuous. “My name’s Scott. I was just looking over here and wondered… Do you drive?” he asked, holding them out like I was supposed to be impressed. I gave him a once-over, taking in the custom-tailored shirt, the expensive watch that looked a size too big for his wrist, the whitened teeth that couldn’t quite disguise the decay in his grin. He was a mess of contradictions—both put-together and rough—and he seemed particularly out of place in a tave

Jomin led me to a gold-plated elevator with the letters 'EJ' engraved on the door. EJ? Eavon June? I thought to myself. His name sounds familiar... Jomin pressed a button, and the elevator arrived in a second. The doors opened to reveal a uniformed elevator attendant sitting on a stool. The attendant smiled and greeted us warmly. The inside of the elevator was stunning, with reflective walls that mirrored everything, and a luxurious scent filled the air. I noticed the buttons the attendant was pressing—most were for the different floors, but the very top one had a single letter: P.

“But she won’t even agree to… never mind.” Scott scrolled through his tablet. “Do you want us to study at your penthouse, mine, or the farmhouse? I’m trying to set your schedule for tomorrow.” “You brought your tablet to the club? Are you kidding me right now? Put that thing away!” Scott acts like a nerd, but he isn’t. My father liked him a little too much. Said he kept me in check. Scott wasn’t just my best friend. He was also my personal assistant and PR manager. But sometimes he took that role way too seriously. He was starting to sound like my dad.

Bryony said, "what about men? Is our Scott going to turn gay?" "That, my darling," said Jules, taking a deep breath, "is what I wanted to discuss with you. Scott wants me to be a consultant to his practice. When he has a male client, he will call me in to join them, and I'll, umm, offer my experience to the young man. Or old man, I guess. Whatever."

Chapter 251: Feeling Restless Back in his apartment, Scott unfastened his hair, allowing it to fall loosely around his shoulders. From a cupboard, he retrieved a bottle of Crown Royal and a glass, pouring the amber liquid over a couple of ice cubes. He wandered to the window and looked out over the city lights as he swirled the drink in his glass. His mood was quiet, contemplative. He'd enjoyed his session with the slave. And he'd achieved the sexual release he'd hoped for. But still…

Scott implied "he's more than a threat to us, he serves as a hero to the humans but to us within the hidden world, he's like an...anti hero." "You want us to kill him?" Another man asked. "No! I want you to bring him to me, not dead, but alive." Scott warned "I need some informations to inquire from him." "Gotten!" They answered simultaneously nodding affirmatively. Scoff sank his tobacco stick back in between his lips, he tried to inhale but realized the cigarette has lost it blaze. He brought out a lighter from his chest pocket, lit his cigarette and in seconds, he was clouded in smoke.

Alpha Jones smiled. Scott was walking towards him in the throne room. He was looking very sad. Alpha Jones stood up anxiously. He couldn't smile anymore. He became impatient, he wanted to know why Scott was unhappy. "What is wrong, Scott?" he breathed heavily. "This" Scott showed him a small ornament like bead. "Do you know who owns this?" he sighed and held up his hand for Alpha Jones to have a closer look. "What is that?" Alpha Jones didn't bother to check it out.