Author J S Scott Novels & Stories

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.”

Scott stood still on a road. There was no one there. Just him and the forest on either side of the road. His clothes were shabby, his face messy, his black hair tangled. He was wearing an oversized blue t-shirt that was starting to fade and light brown sleep pants. He looked like he hadn't slept or changed his clothes in days. Scott had a book with him, a book he held tightly in his arms. The street was deserted. Only the occasional car passed by.

Scott follows me inside. “This isn’t fun for me, kid.” He fires into the side of the filing cabinet. “Just let me put a bullet in your brain, nice and clean. Won’t even hurt, unless you make me shoot around this hunk of junk.” I jump. “Why are you doing this, Scott?” He laughs. “At this point, call me Arthur.” Another long-ago echo, and something else. A memory. I stare up into blackness. There’s something there, I know. A monster in the night.

He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead! Drogo, who was still on the ground, smiled darkly. “Brother Theo, don’t blame me for not reminding you that Mr. Scott is not someone you can offend. Even if you’re very influential within Riverdale, Mr. Scott is from Golden City. Before him, you’re nothing!” Mr. Scott? From Golden City? Theo frowned slightly. His foot pressed down harder as he glanced at the man standing above the stairs.

I'm not concerned she'll tell someone I'm on my third break for the hour. I duck down to grab my coffee cup and by the time I stand again Scott's at my cubical opening. He leans on the side with one elbow propped up on the top. I've gone on plenty of breaks with Scott, but I've never noticed how tall he is until this moment. I like it. His black hair is disheveled, but his dark brown eyes sparkle from the sunlight behind him. He smiles and I look at Scott, really look at him, for maybe the first time.

Sophie spoke coldly to the man, "Scott, what do you mean?" Scott smiled and said, "Sophie, I like you so much. Aren't you interested in me at all?" Hearing the conversation between the two, Lucas naturally understood. He thought that although Scott liked Sophie, Sophie didn't like him. However, to Lucas' surprise, Scott was actually a Gene Fighters at the Rank 2 of Earth King Ranked Realm, which was higher than Sophie’s and Cynthia's. "Scott, I've said what I should say. I hope you won't disturb me!"

" And yes. Since you are the daughter of Mr Patrick Ray, I guess you are like the most untouchable person in this school. You have defeated James Wallas and for that , I am grateful. Just sitting here is an honour. "Stop trying to suck up to me." Ella laughed. "Can we be friends?" He asked. "I don't even know your name!" Ella chewed a large piece of lettuce. " I apologize for my bad manners. I am Scott. Scott Jones. " He stuck out his hand to shake hers. "Ella Woods." Ella shook his hand." I will think about your offer." "That's great." Scott smiled. They both sat for the entire hour, getting to know each other.

"Who is Scott? Last night, I heard you and GiGi talking about Scott. Who is he?" Zara's eyes widened. She blinked, not knowing what to say. She turned to Mia, only to find that she was just as confused. "Ermm... Ermm... You were supposed to be sleeping. What exactly did you hear?" "You told GiGi that you were worried now that I was about to start school. Then, she told you not to worry that Scott will never take me away. Who is Scott, Mommy?" Zara bit her lower lip hard as she made a mental note not to speak of Scott whenever he was within earshot. Just as she was in a fix, Mia piped up, "Jay, Scott is just a bad guy."

Hiedi jumped out in time, just before the blades matched with the slate flooring. Jack slammed into Scott—elbows, knees, a war of edges. Scott moved like a bad dream—stronger than math, faster than sense. “You can’t beat me, Jack!” he roared. “I’m invincible!” “Too much of anything kills,” Jack said, knifing another syringe into his ribs. Scott laughed; the laugh broke. Veins flashed black. Bone creaked. Claws and horn and nightmare peeled out of him like a confession.

A voice yelled. I turned around and Scott came out of his car. Johnson was running towards me. "I gotta show you something!" He started removing his shirt. "What are you doing?" He removed his shirt and turned his back to me. On the upper side of his back, something was tattooed there in calligraphy. Never call a woman a bitch or she might just act like one. - T. Harvey "What do you think of it?" He turned to me, smiling goofily. "We're not even friends," I said and entered the car. Scott ignited the engine and drove out.