Goob X Scraps 13 Novels & Stories

"Yvonne's just a free womb. She'll give me a son that we can use for our future. I'm doing all this for us. Don't make a scene." If Yvonne weren't hopelessly blind, I would've dragged those two out and exposed them immediately. Instead, I kept calm and slipped back into the bathroom. I opened my laptop and started editing the footage. Once it was done, I headed backstage, pretending to check the schedule. I secretly swapped my USB drive with the one I had given the staff earlier. On my way out, I picked up the spare USB drive that I had planted earlier. "Is this the video for later? Looks like it almost got lost."

“Sir, the opening bid is strictly fixed at ten-” “I know exactly what the opening bid is, lady,” Anthony Scarfo barks, erupting into a loud, mocking laugh that echoes off the gilded ceiling. He gestures carelessly toward the screen. “But that rusty piece of garbage metal isn't worth a dime of that. But hey, since it’s a charity event, I’ll be generous and offer you a hundred bucks for the scrap.”

CHAPTER THREE VENITA POV~ I was pulled roughly onto my feet, causing a small red coin to drop from the pocket of my clothes. I wasn't naturally superstitious, but for some reason, I grabbed this tiny object and moved with it wherever I went. "I need to pick my coin, please." I begged desperately. The guard to my left, Ricky, huffed. "What good do you think that'd do for you?" Tears strolled down my face, but I refused to take any more steps forward. "Please, Ricky. Just... please."

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

Wade caught on, a glint of respect in his eyes. "You got it." With a snap of my fingers, I laid out my plan. "Two things need checking out. First, I need the untouched records from the night Gabriella went into labor, the real deal. "Second, I want a deep dive into Dante's finances, especially any sketchy money sent overseas. "And one more thing," I paused, slipping off the jade pendant I had always kept close. The memory of Dante's greedy eyes when he handed it to me was etched in my mind.

I didn’t have much money, and I wasn’t particularly capable. [After arriving here, the system told me that if I helped Miley take her company public, I would be allowed to go home. [I could have left much earlier, but I couldn't bear to leave you. [You were the only thing in this world I couldn't let go of. [The USB drive contains all the evidence needed to bring down Sean and Everdusk Group. [But now isn’t the time. [Dad asked Uncle Dylan to calculate everything. The best time to use it is when you’re twenty-five.

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

I held her by the throat tighter as I remembered how I spent over five days in the infirmary because of her and her childish jealousy. "So... Sorry." She managed to say but I brought out my makeshift knife and I tore her with it in the stomach. "Ahhhhhh." She screamed but I carried her towel that was drap over her shoulder and I shoved it in her mouth to muffle her screams. I tore her again on both of her laps. The cuts I gave her are not deep enough to make her bleed to death but the are certainly deep enough to give her an everlasting scar... Whenever she sees the scars on her stomach and thighs, it's will be a reminder of her stupidity.

It was true that he could not fight anymore. Just then, Gobo let out an enraged roar that somehow sounded deflated. However, he continued to fight and pounced at Wilbur. Gobo's eyes were bloodshot and all his hair was standing up. He looked like an actual beast then. A regular human being would probably be scared to death by such a sight. Gobo was covered in wounds and drenched in blood. There was a hole where his heart was supposed to be, and his head was dangling to the side. However, he was still fighting and was even more vicious than ever.