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."

They closed their windows, leaving that of the driver and Levi's open. Scott approached the car, smiling and waving. “You must be from the Silver pack,” he addressed Levi. “I'm the second in command, Beta and Delta of the pack. Alpha Annik is delighted to receive you.” How could Lana ever forget what he looked like? His perfect hair got girls to giggle, his broad shoulders that made clothes fit him, his beautiful eyes and chilled face, and his friendly approach. It was all too much to forget Scott. He was the kind that easily get one to trust them. But, he was as vicious as a serpent. He was too perfect both in physical features and character to be wicked.

I smiled at him. “I’m Scott. I play percussion. You are Scarlet, right?” he asked. “Oh, yes. Hi, Scott.” I reached out my hand to him. “Pleasure.” He shook my hand. Scott smiled. He was pretty charming, and he looked younger than me. He had black hair under his cap, covering his forehead. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you… Japanese?” I guessed, trying to be friendly and making small talk. “I’m actually Korean,” he corrected, then grinned.

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.

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…

It sounded like a threat. Throwing those three words at Jake, she rushed to her room, leaving the speechless parents of her and Jake in a daze. When she came back, there were at least ten books barely balanced in her arms. Ryder laid out the books on the floor and looked at the covers of each one of them with shaking hands. Every single one of them had the initials J. S. C. written on them. And on the first page where the details about the books were written such as the editor or the publishing house, under the word "Author" was written in capital letters: JAKE S. CALEY.

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.

she said again. “I just wanted to say… if we have to work together… and maybe we don’t if you keep assigning me to other teams, which is cool, it’s all good.” He stood and extended his hand. Jo didn’t hesitate to shake it, even though she could tell by his tone he wasn’t being completely honest. “Thanks, Scott.” He nodded, released her hand, and headed toward the house. “You coming in?” “Not for a while. I’m trying to read these Russian stars.”