Envy Scott Pilgrim Novels & Stories

“Don’t remind me. Tell me she took out the partying bit?” “I could kind of tell from the profile pic you chose that you weren’t the ‘party girl’ your friend made you out to be. Not that you don’t enjoy a good time, but most of the ‘party girls’ on that site are holding a beer in one hand and a cropped-out ex in the other,” Scott laughs. “Oh, God.” I peek up at Scott. “I’m not a crazy cat lady. I swear. I don’t even have a cat.” “You’re not a crazy cat lady yet,” Scott corrects me. “And I like that about you.”

Not that Rayan thought Scott was unattractive, but still, the more you know about what you're getting into. There wasn't much there. A few pictures, some articles about birth control and fertility, a few video game memes, and... okay, this definitely qualifies as hot... It was a picture from Christmas with the caption: "My folks know me so well! Check out my new Minecraft pants!" And under that, there he was, in a pair of pajama bottoms printed all over with pixelated dynamite, dopey grin on his face... without a shirt, flexing. It was dorky, and adorable, and, and... Damn. Ripped wasn't the right word, but "solid" fit pretty well. Rayan knew Scott didn't have more than an inch or two on him

I'm their god, their savior, their worst nightmare. But I was also... "Baby Costello!" I closed my eyes and let out a sigh to calm myself. I hated that nickname. Scott slung his arm over my shoulder, his whiskey sloshing dangerously close to my shirt. I swear to god, if a single drop touched me... He had that twisted grin on his face, the one that usually meant trouble. "Happy birthday! What are you now, twelve? Fourteen?" I rolled my eyes heaven wards, "Twenty-five, Scott. Try to keep up."

“We know about that. I thought it was good news. Isn’t it?” “I guess so, but he told everyone.” Scott spread his arms wide, as if encompassing the entire pack, the whole world. “He said I won’t have a baby sibling, because I don’t have parents. Can we have one too, Mom? Please?” For a moment I was silent, stunned by his innocence. I was utterly confused. Why was he asking me for a sibling? Not his adoptive father—Ryder Black? As if understanding my thoughts, Scott continued, “Aren’t you and Ryder going to get married? Ryder is my father and you’ll be my mother. So give me a sibling too!”

I started to choke up, but made myself swallow the lump in my throat, blink back the tears, and take a deep breath. “You always seemed like you were against us. Like you thought you were better than us. It drove me crazy. I get straight A’s. I am a starting player on the varsity football team. Have been since freshman year. I just wanted mom to notice me but she only ever saw you. Silk this, Silk that, Silk come with me and spend time. It was always about you. Even though you made it clear you couldn’t stand her. While here I am, her son, completely ignored.” Scottie’s voice held a thick layer of bitterness. “I took it out on the wrong person. I should have directed it at her, not you.” I wa

"Mr Scott is into child abduction. He has a warehouse where he stores them and then abducts them to anyone who is interested in them. The room fell silent. Dante's eyebrows furrowed into a frown and then he let out a dark chuckle, as he gripped his fist tightly. He was wicked.. He was insane when it comes to torturing, in fact killing people brings him joy but that doesn't linger to innocent people. He only does those to his enemies and he has never for once turned his sinful way to children who knew nothing about life... Yet Mr Scott... Anger... Revenge... Those were the things that clouded him right now.. He stood up aggressively, the chair scraping backwards due to the force_everyone jolt

“Yes. I couldn’t imagine the day where I had to console his broken heart would come. He really loved that child, and now I feel vindicated. He’ll be devastated when he finds out that the child he’s starting to see as his isn’t even his. That woman is a fraud, and I want to ruin her. How dare she think she can be one of us? That will never happen as long as I live.” “Then shall we begin? Shall we make her life a living hell?” Scott asked. He had never liked the idea of her being around Ezra or rich people, nor did he enjoy seeing them praise Emma like she was a golden statue just because she had talent. In his mind, she was filthy, poor, and out of place in his city. He hated poor people. Poo

What a joke! Hayley blinked, at a loss for words. [November 4. Another day stuck working with Scum. Had a meeting with him today. That smug face makes me sick. I wish he'd just drop dead.] Hayley didn't know what to say. She flipped through several more entries. Every entry was about Scott, cursing him out day after day. Whatever history they had, it ran deep. Then again, with how ruthless and cold-blooded Scott was, having enemies made perfect sense.

He cried and begged for mercy, “Mr. Scott! It’s not my fault! I had no idea that he was such a madman! It’s not my fault…” He looked extremely pathetic as he begged for mercy in a disheveled state. Zayn furrowed his brows at the sight. Some of the rich kids got down on their knees and begged for mercy, claiming they were innocent and did not know Zayn. The corner of Scott’s lips curled up into a wider smirk upon witnessing the scene. His expression was one of mockery and derision. His contempt for Rheasians was on display for all to see. Standing up, he made his way to Cameron and he said, “You’re nothing but trash. How dare you try to work for me when you’re just a useless piece of sh*t?!”

"You’re fragile, Allegra. You cry when you see a stray cat in the rain. You apologize to furniture when you bump into it. You have nightmares when I leave bruises on you in bed—" I sucked in a sharp breath. "That is not the same." "Isn’t it?" He leaned in, "You think you can handle seeing real monsters? You think you can handle the things I have?" "I don’t need to be like you to make a difference!" "You don’t know what you’re getting into." "You don’t know what I’m capable of!" Scott let out a dark, humorless laugh. "Baby, I know exactly what you’re capable of. Crying over sick birds—"