Author J S Scott Novels & Stories

JULIA "What are you reading now?" Scott asked. Scott was my husband of ten years. He had just caught me engaged in one of my guilty pleasures, reading erotic romance novels. More than erotic, steamy really. Scott is tall, surfer boy handsome and fit. He has his own residential construction business and often worked with his men, which meant he was a man's man as well as a woman's. I loved him immensely and was not looking to upgrade. For that matter, he was more romantic than I was, still giving me flowers on special occasions and celebrating Valentine's Week, not Valentine's Day. He helped with the household chores, rubbed my feet or my back if they hurt, and was the best lover I've ever ha

Her hatred had caused her so many things and even her self identity. The next page that Jordyn would flip to the right and backward, made her heart skip a beat at the most bizarre heading the page had. 'Found out that that bitch, Jace Scott is a fucking psychopath!' Jordyn instantly went through the words and text which seemed written irregularly with anger, only to see the most shocking revelations scribbled in the book.

“All I can tell ye, lass, is that sometimes things are not what they seem. Perhaps ye should go to Jaxon’s room and relax. He has some books on top of his bedside drawer and some more interesting things inside of it that you can look through.” I lift a curious brow at his suggestive tone. But before I can ask what he means, he sits back down, opens his laptop, and begins to type away. Glancing back in the direction of Jaxon’s bedroom door, I look at Scotty, then look back. Not thinking any further about it, I head to Jaxon’s room and sit by his bedside table. Like Scotty said, there are books on his table. To my surprise, the books are medical texts. Reaching for one of the books, I look it

“I’ll be there in twenty.” Scott shows up wearing faded jeans, work boots, and a flannel that fits entirely too well for my peace of mind. His hair is a little messy, like he’s just come in from the field, and it takes all my self-restraint not to say “screw the painting” and fuck him right now. Scott whistles low, pulling me out of my illicit train of thought. “Damn, Harper. This is gorgeous.” “Thanks,” I mumble, feeling both a little vulnerable and a lot turned on.

Scott said but the look on Jill's face said he wanted an explanation more than just "an old friend " "An old friend who'll know where Leo is. He has eyes everywhere" Scott said as he drank his coffee "Well,if he has eyes everywhere,I'm sure he's surrounded by thugs" Jill guessed. "You're right. He's surrounded by guards but as I said, he's an old friend " Scott said as he stood up, getting ready to leave. "Well,do his thugs know that you're an old friend?" Jill said but got no answer "Sir. I can't let you go without me" Jill said as he blocked Scott from picking up his black suit from the bed.

Chapter 28 (TRUE LOVE) . . . 🔥🔥Genre: Trilling romance and suspense✨✨ 💝Written by:💝 💖Jesudamilola Abiola💝 . . SCOTT’S POV As I stood on the line, I kept praying for Lily to identify me, gosh! She must not walk pass me Minutes later, it was her turn, I heaved a sigh and prayed silently as she began going through the men who were before me.

Scott went to his study to finish some work. Julissa thought to herself—Man, I’m living the assistant dream life right now. The CEO's working overtime, and she’s over here watching a romcom. Not bad. Not bad at all. Two hours later, Scott came out of the study and sat beside her. His arm naturally slid over her shoulders. “Is it good?” he asked, nodding toward the screen. Julissa was yawning non-stop. She shook her head. “It’s good, yeah… but the pacing is so slow. I’m about to fall asleep.”

He moved closer and arched down to pick the book up. "Diarium meum, mea vita," Scott mumbled, reading the only two words written on the cover. He knows it's in Latin, but he doesn't have any idea what it means. He's still in war with his mind to whether open it up or not or find a way to bring it back with him. "Oh," his lips parted when a table and a stool appeared in front of him. Suddenly, he had decided that it is already a sign from the heavens for him to inspect the book. Scott gently placed the lantern on the table, cautious enough not to create any sound.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

Jennifer asked, staring at Sally. "He was a full nerd back then. Scott was all about getting good grades back in college. He rarely had time to go out to college parties. There are these funny-looking glasses that he used to wear back then whenever he wanted to study. I think I have a picture of them on my phone. Let me show you the picture." Sally responded with a smile. She carried her purse and took out her phone. "Sally, don't show her that, please," Scott said. "Too late. I already found it." Sally replied as she leaned toward Jennifer.