Author J S Scott Novels & Stories

But then, Scott sees these interests as defining him. Scott or Luitenent Scott James, to give him his full title – previously worked in the army, over the last year he has completed courses in counselling and set up a charity supporting veterans who are struggling. It’s the noblest profession I can think of and makes me feel rather humble when constructing press releases about half-price clothing sales. Anyway, Scott doesn’t just read books about science. He has more first editions of classic and contemporary fiction than I have split ends. All of this means our flat has some way to go before it features on Grand Designs.

One of them stood so quickly his chair nearly tipped. “Sir.” Jason grimaced slightly. “Don’t start.” Another woman laughed under her breath. Too late.” I looked at Jason. Then at the table. Then back at Jason. “What exactly is happening?” I asked. Scott barked out a laugh and dropped into a chair. “You didn’t tell her?” Jason said nothing. Which was answer enough. Scott gestured broadly toward him. “For us,” he said, “Jason isn’t just some contractor.” A pause. “He’s a legend.”

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.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content, sexual scenes, and torture. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV A few weeks ago, "Ahh, so good... faster… yes, harder,” Jessica screamed and moaned as Scott continued to thrust his cock into her cunt. Jessica was on all fours, and Scott was behind her, his hold on her hair becoming tighter as he increased his pace and pounded into her.

I reciprocated the compliment. Scott was dressed in black jeans and a white button-down shirt with rolled sleeves. He wore a light blue sweater on top and casual loafers. "Have you seen me Naomi? I am freaking hot," he said, turning around to give me a better view. "I am handsome, rich and a sweetheart. I am every girl's dream man" He added, striking a pose that made burst into laughter. "You are impossible," I said, still laughing. Scott and I finally left his room in the company of each other. We arrived at the breakfast lounge and met several other guests.

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.

—Scott stretched out his fingers and began to draw signs in the air. These were consecutive signs of healing, the rune of a new life and the rune of renewal ... I really wanted to stop the guy, but then I waved it off: you shouldn't limit yourself if it turns out... The snob Rahiel will understand me later... *** After throwing away the soiled jacket, Scott went into one of the shops to buy a new one. — Black? It seemed to me from your style that you only like white and pink. Like marshmallows.—I grinned.— And, by the way, you have a wound on temple.—

Chapter 94 Writer POV Scott is the first to get down from the private jet, behind him is Anthony who is looking so Peng with his hair dyed to color red. Asher slowly step down the stairs looking hot and cold at the same time, “tell me why do you have to look like a gangster ?” Scott asked Anthony who could only gives his him a wink. “Just tell me you’re in New york for the girls and not because of change of environment” Scott grin and he laughed.

I adjust my straight fitting skirt with one hand, clutching tightly to the jotter with the other and then i head out of the office. With a couple of steps, I arrive at Scott's office. I do the usual three knocks, before walking in. I push the door open, finding Scott moving from side to side on his executive chair. His shirt buttons were undone, revealing a good amount of his muscular chest. The sight of it is so attractive, my fingers itch to touch it. I discard the thought, raising the jotter to my chest like you would raise an armor. “Here's the jotter. Do I read the contents or let you go through?” I ask, my voice sounding shaky.

And physically, they were tall and muscular like James too, but that was where the resemblance ended. Scott was a hunky, blond-haired, light-brown-eyed charming man that screamed sex appeal like a lion on testosterone. I had to do a double take because he was so gorgeous—as in drop-dead gorgeous—even I found it hard to tear my gaze from him. He was the type that could make a girl come in ecstasy with just a cheeky smile or wink. The moment I saw him, I knew he was both the easiest to get along with yet the hardest to get close to of all three brothers. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but my instincts told me Scott had many layers and much depth in terms of his personality, just like an