Envy Scott Pilgrim Novels & Stories

I smiled inwardly, loving the way his face clouded, and I wanted to believe so much that it was from jealousy and nothing else. “Who are you?” This time, Dad didn't speak to me. He spoke to Scott. Scott sat up on the couch, hands joined, acting perfectly, like the boyfriend I begged him to be. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he looked nervous. “Sir, I'm Scott Walker Stone. I'm eighteen years old. I was born in January, so I'm six months older than Matt. My mum is an alpha and my dad is an omega. I'm the only child of my family, and they hope I can get an ….” He cleared his throat. “They hope I can be outstanding in everything I do. I'm also the best student in the entire school

"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—"

Kylie thought inwardly as she ate. "Hmm. So good" Kylie said as she raised her left thumb up giving him a thumbs up. He nodded proudly. "Of course. I'm Scott Anderson,the great" He said proudly without blinking. "Uh...the great? As if! You're not Zeus or any other god" Kylie scoffed as she ate. "I might not be Zeus or a god but I'm a demi god" Scott said so seriously and convincing. Even Kylie was on the verge of believing he really is a demi god.

I felt bad for ever misjudging her. “I know it was you!” Scott said again and pointed at me with a very angry expression. “You’re just jealous of me and Rebecca, you don’t like that I chose her over you.” He explained, and I laughed at the idea. Like I’d ever be jealous of Rebecca. Now that I had my wolf, there was nothing to be envious of. “Sure, Scott, whatever,” I said, and he scoffed as well. “No, not whatever. You’re just mad you don’t have a wolf, and I didn’t want to be with some wolfless bitch.” Scott explained and then got more quiet. Looking at the ground before looking back up with a pitiful expression, like a sad puppy.

She glanced at Stanley again, who was still limp beneath the weight of four goblins sitting on top of him. Then Scar, at last, looked up at Stanley. He was still naked after his shift, his perfectly sculpted body on full display. But unlike her, there was no modesty in him. His powerful muscles radiated strength and surety, all the way from his broad shoulders to his powerful thighs. While he met her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes like chips of ice. "Scar," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "why did you run?" She averted her gaze, trying hard not to look at his nakedness or even think about it. She and Hazel were in grave danger, having sorely miscalculated just how powerful and capable

He scrambled away, terrified. The bully turned, eyebrows raised. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Scott dusted his hands off lazily. “Seems like must be new here, I’ll introduce myself. Scott Thane. Student Council Enforcement. Shadow hunter. School menace. The usual.” “He is none of those things.” I whispered. A grin tugged at Lyra’s lips. “He forgot ‘certified idiot.’” Scott ignored her. The bully laughed. “Ohhh. The infamous Thane. Hero of the Elven Kingdom. The boy who supposedly saved everyone.”

"He's a workaholic, two years older than you, just over 30, and has never brought a girlfriend home. My aunt is practically pulling her hair out. "Just meet him. Actually, you know him. Do you remember Leon Russell?" Leon was Ella's cousin and a senior from my high school. How could I forget him? He was always the standout, the kind of person everyone knew. I had crossed paths with him a few times thanks to Ella, and we also worked together in the student council for a short period. "I remember him, but he might not remember me." How could someone as dazzling as him possibly remember me after all these years? A bitter feeling welled up in my chest.

Each word struck a nerve, making Scott’s jaw clench. His origins—the one thing he despised more than anything. A rogue. A beast devoid of reason, a creature born from the filth of the wild. It was already a miracle that he had been born normal, that he wasn’t one of those mindless monsters who existed only to kill and scavenge. "Say that again," Scott said, his tone eerily calm. But the look in his eyes was anything but. James glared at him, defiance burning even in his weakened state. He took a deep breath, gathering what little strength he had left.

"Love, are you okay?" To Lucy's horror, Scott sat up on the bed—completely sober. "You were right, love: I don't have the sacred dick of all the gods. It was just the oldest, shittiest motive in the world—envy," he hissed, glaring at Lucy with pure disgust. "But… but you… you were drunk, you drank the whole bottle…" she stammered, terrified. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to let myself get drugged twice in the same damn year?" Scott spat, standing and pulling his shirt back on. "I dumped half the bottle when the fireworks started, and the rest while you wouldn't shut your damn mouth."

"Men spend their life fighting it and running away from it. Especially men like me. But I’m sick and tired of running. Somehow when I met you, the race no longer seemed important. I love you, Vivian. You’re beautiful and clever and kind and caring. You make me feel strong and yet powerless in equal measures. I’m in your thrall—I can’t stop thinking about you and that much hasn’t changed since the moment I first met you." A slow smile softened her lips."Oh, Scott" she said. "Did I ever tell you how much I admire you?" he breathed deeply, "First of all, the woman you were asking me about… The one who was in the pictures with me at that party. I wasn't really dating her. She is a friend. Her br