Author J S Scott Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV I stepped into the dining area, finding Lucian waiting at the table, alone. Stasia was truly gone, just as he’d promised. I felt a strange mix of relief and pressure all at once. “You look good,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. My heart betrayed me, leaping at the simple compliment, though I forced myself to remain neutral, trying to keep my emotions in check. But the mate bond’s pull was undeniable, and the longer I stayed with him and the others, the more it felt like a force working on its own, beyond my control. Last night, I’d slept deeply, wrapped in Lucian’s scent, that rich pinewood I was now learning to crave. I knew each of their scents by heart—Maxwell’s was ea

I took my stuff upstairs and started working on placing things around. All my purchases looked really good. I even put some things in his office. I had gotten a vintage picture frame and put a cute picture of me in it for him. I hoped he would like it. “Rory, are you here?” Scott called from downstairs. Scott had a strikingly handsome appearance that could capture the attention of any room. With sharp features framed by dark, tousled hair, he exuded a rugged charm. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a depth that was both intriguing and mysterious, and his confident stride suggested a man accustomed to both admiration and challenge.

I squeeze my hands tight drawing blood. Scott was strolling to where David and I stood. He had his hand filled with coffee. Coffee from Rose's cafe. He went to see her. He looked sleek in dark jeans and for once, it wasn't ripped at the knee. He was on a plain black shirt and on it, he wore a long jacket that reached to his knees. And I'm well aware that I'm not the only girl staring at him right now. He's mine. I'll be goddamned!

He got down and rushed over to mine, and opened it, while I waited, knowing he would come. He did this two days ago when he drove me to school, so I was expecting it. I ignored his offered hand, muttering that it wasn't his job. He closed the door behind me, hands in his pockets as he walked with me, ignoring my mattered words. Scott was waiting by the door. The second he saw me, his face lit up, and he opened his arms. He was neatly dressed, hair slicked back with enough gel to keep it down. This was the most dressed I'd seen him, with a button-down black shirt and black slacks, which he paired with black dress shoes. He was just the opposite of Jay and me. I dressed as casually as I could

*** 1985 Jesse sat next to Scott, holding his limp, cooling hand, forcing himself not to look at the twisted, broken mess of what was left. He knelt in Scott’s warm, spreading blood, crying, his heart pounding like some great, hideous beast’s heart. His head ached, his ears ringing with Scott’s screams . . . Scott coughed, his broken body twitching. He tightened his grip on Jesse’s fingers for just a moment, and Jesse finally forced himself to look at Scott.

"Yeah, he's not called Master Inventor for nothing." "There's also Arjan Ramamurthy, the Scion from Rukbat. He's an ordinary human too, aside from being the best hunter around," Sophia said. "Alright, alright, enough. I'm feeling even more inadequate by now." "Aw don't worry, there's still me. I'm a fellow human," Edwin said cheerfully. "With a title like Treader of Starry River, that makes you sounds badass already."

Everyone just goes silent in the room and I can tell that they are all looking at us. Scott takes a few steps forward and I get to enjoy the full view of his masculine self. He's in black jeans, black Chuck Taylor's and a white t-shirt that's making his biceps look bigger as always. His hair... Oh his beautiful hair is now long and covering a part of his forehead. "Kyrah," he whispers. "Scott," I whisper back.

she wouldn't have been in the ground now. "Hey, bud," Scott greeted me as I neared his cabin. He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he walked down the back porch. "Hey." "What's up? You look like you want to kill someone?" Amusement danced in his eyes. There was never a day that Scott wasn't cheerful. Which made him a good Beta to have around. I trusted his council because he knew how I worked and what worked best for the pack. "I fought with Della," I muttered as I grabbed my backpack from against the tree that I had left before I went to talk to her.

Grace slowly opened her eyes, working up the courage to lift her up and look down at her body. As if he could read his mind, Scott looked up at about the same time and Grace's gaze met with the woman's brown eyes. The golden patches on Scott's eyeballs seemed clouded with sexual desire. After flashing her a smile, Scott looked down again to gaze at Grace's warm burrow. Still can't believe Grace would entrust something so beautiful and precious to her. Mimicking the care of an expert when treating antiques, Scott traced the soft and warm burrow with his fingers. Scott came over to flick Grace's flower-like folds, then tasted the honey sweetness greedily. He's right. He really liked her—loved

Scott says, raising onto his elbow to stare into my eyes. "I feel the same, Scott. I can't lose you either, so don't do anything stupid or brave," I whisper as I search his sky blue eyes that are so much like his sisters. But hers are full of uncontrolled fire while his are a calm water current. My own personal calm. My own refreshing stream.