I Refuse To Become Scumbag In Tokyo Novels & Stories

Celine woke in the past, nine days before her public bonding vow with Rafe. In her first life, everyone envied Celine—the overlooked second daughter who had somehow won the Blackwood pack's Alpha heir. Only after the vow was sealed did she learn the truth: it was no marriage contract, but a permanent license to harvest her wolf soul. From that day on, whenever her sister Cassandra "fell ill," her parents, her brother, and her fiancé could invoke mate rights and drain her wolf soul. Every bout of weakness, every cough, cost Celine part of her life. After each draining, Rafe would hold her, give her a silver chain or a box of paints, and say, "You're the one I love most." For four years, she l

I bet I can outrun him now. It's while I'm taking a shower that I get the brilliant idea of venturing out. I've laid low, I haven't spoken to anybody aside from trying to tell servers at restaurants what I want to order, and I'm dead sure I'm not being followed. So, against my own better judgment, I get dressed, and I G****e how to get to Tokyo. I don't have any particular plans when I arrive in the bustling city. There are people everywhere, it's even worse than the city I stay in if that's even possible.

Jim felt like he was being humiliated and snarled back, “Who do you think I am? I make friends based on their personality and character. Don’t compare me to those pieces of trash!” “F*ck you! Who are you f*cking calling trash, Jim?” One of the men around Tamayo was triggered. It was one of those people who had hung out with Yuri and had later gone on to pander to Tamayo. Jim scoffed. “When you throw a stone at a pack of dogs, only the one hit will bark!” The person who answered was furious and acted as if he was about to start a fight. Tamayo put up a hand to stop him and looked at Yuri with a smirk. “Yuri Cash, I heard that you’ve gotten better?”

I said nothing, just staring at my watch and wishing we could get home faster… homesick. Scoff Or just sex sick. “I knew it! You like her a lot don't you?” He said but I said nothing, there was no need to banter with an old man or there was just nothing to banter about. “Business will soon start soon in Tokyo”. He tried again but failed.

Lazarus and Hajime are both seventeen years old, two teens scrapping off being delinquents, jumping from one gang to another in the slums of Japan. "You're just playing a scheme, and you might use me as your tool for your own good. Hell, you might even reverse the whole thing and scam me. Fuck off because you're just a thing. Are you that naïve to understand?" Hajime grunted. "Uh-oh. No. I won't go," Lazarus insisted, like a child pleading to his mother while stomping his feet. "Oh my fucking— I'm done," Hajime sighed, giving up. "Bring your things in."

I yelled at him feeling much rather brave. “Did you just called me a scumbag?” Xavier intoned and he appeared much rather pissed at the fact that I called him a scumbag when everybody knows that he is a scumbag. If he thinks he’s a bad boy for picking on the weaker men? He’s just a plain spineless bully. If he thinks he’s a bad boy for snatching the heart of the finest girl in Michiko Takao? He’s just a spineless playboy who took advantage of Michiko’s feelings.

“Apologize before I kill you,” I forced a choked, breathless smile through the pain. “Why? Isn’t it true, though? You call me trash. You toss a couple bucks at me like I’m some kind of...” I swallowed down a wheeze. “But what’s the word for a guy who willingly sleeps with supposed trash? I think the word... is also trash.” I tilted my chin up. It was stupid. It was suicidal. “Let go of me. Oh, wait—I forgot. Manwhores usually need some compensation before they disappear.”

"How's this different? Help me understand why you force your will on people, including me, when it suits your agenda." He threw up his hands in frustration and turned away, pacing back and forth. "You're so stubborn, Isadora. You don't understand, but fine, if what you want is for me to claim you for who you are and be called an imbecile right after, then so be it, but don't say I didn't warn you." With that, he stormed off.

Jim realized that they were bad people. Jim nodded and subconsciously straightened his back. “I’ve grown a lot these two years. Let me protect you now.” Although he was familiar… “Aren’t you so sick that you can’t even stand in the sunlight?” But he could carry eight boxes for me up the stairs at one go. Jim raised his head, looking very proud. “If I didn’t act sick, my enemies wouldn’t let down their guard. Plus, I’m not interested in small fights. I want to lure them in and get rid of all of them.’

Miyu, is a sweet little sugar cookie waiting to happen, but she isn’t fully baked yet. Growing isn’t grown, and those kinds of ideations are the furthest thing from my mind this go round. Twisted as I am, no one has ever found the pieces of the scum dumb enough to look at kids that way in my presence. If there are three things I have in ample supply, it’s time, patience, and intellect. I’m not some punk who doesn’t understand the word no like Sokin. Not some ass on a power trip like Ren. Or a brain-dead heathen that can’t hold his fucking load like Sai.