I Refuse To Become Scumbag In Tokyo Novels & Stories

Baton walked toward me and reached out to help me up. But the moment his hand touched my shoulder, a wave of violent nausea hit me. I wrenched away from him, turning and heaving against the wall. His scent, the Alpha scent that once promised safety and warmth, now made my stomach churn and my soul recoil. "What is the meaning of this?" Baton's voice was laced with fury. I wiped my mouth and slowly got to my feet. "Don't touch me," I said, each word sharp and clear. "Your scent disgusts me."

"C'mon, darling. Trouble ain't my style. You know me, I'm smooth as butter. We stick to the second level as usual. Cross my heart, sugar." The guards eyes flick to me. His dark gaze sweeps me from head to toe. I'm in huge sweatshirt and my shorts cling to my ass like film to glass. Ray's choice, not mine. She thinks human males like seeing asses. I have no idea why I listened and put on the miserable thing. "Who's your friend?" Ray smiles at me, eyes monitoring me and her bouncer friend. "She's the new special edition, exclusive and off-limits to all y'all. Ain't nobody gonna mess with that fresh flavor!"

I have no business with a dick at this point not to mention I am an exclusive plaything to a certain billionaire. “ Go away, I am not interested.” I yell, sending the person a dirty look. Of course, the scumbag doesn't seem pleased by my refusal as his expression shifts. He sneers, “ You think you are anything special? How dare you refuse me. I can drag you across this club and f*ck you on the dirty floor like the cheap dirty wh*re you are.” He bellows, sending me a disdainful look. I feel my blood boiling, coupled with my frustrations, I don't realise when I smack him across the face.

Another voice chimed in. “Or maybe she dumped him.” “Yeah. That sounds more believable.” Then a man wearing a grim reaper mask threw his head back and laughed. “Imagine ruling an entire pack… and still not being able to keep your own mate.” The laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. Slowly—Abigail slipped out of my arms. She looked at me politely. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Then she turned. She walked back into the crowd. And started dancing again.

Although I hadn't eaten for days and there was nothing I could vomit, the pungent acid scent sent Stella scrambling for a tissue to stuff her nostrils, while snapping at me in disgust, "What are you doing?!" But I kept retching as I couldn't hear a thing, and only stopped when I no longer felt sick. Stella said nothing and kept glaring coolly at me, and I knew well enough to tell that she was on the verge of an outburst. While I usually would play dumb and ignore that, I didn't do so this time—just as I knew fully well I had no right to fight back, just as I was too enfeebled. Keeping my head down as my fingers dug into the front seat, I said, "I'm sorry… I can walk on my own—I'm really sorr

"Get out! Get out of here! Johann is the only one we'll ever acknowledge as our son. We don't have a stupid, useless daughter like you!" My parents' rejection only made me feel even more wounded and humiliated. I couldn't bear to endure everyone's contemptuous faces anymore, so I hastily grabbed all my things and ran out. When I walked out, the rain poured down on me, making me look even more bedraggled than ever. Yet, Johann somehow appeared in front of me right in time in his luxurious car. "Do you finally understand what you're worth now, Nancy Castro?" he scoffed. "You're just a poor, stray dog that even your parents have abandoned. And nobody else in the world is willing to keep you by

he said unapologetically. I forced the butterflies in my stomach down and in fact, I torched those caterpillars before they could evolve. “You got this at a rental? You must be obsessed with staying in theme.” “I bought it last minute. The dealer took much for it but I wanted us to look like a couple straight out of an 80’s magazine,” he said, his eyes still tearing off my clothes. Couple? I did not want to correct him not just because it would change the mood but because I liked the way it sounded even if it was only temporary.

Sofia I think I’m falling for a skinhead. It’s a dirty fling, I tell myself. One where I’m forced to stay with a hot guy, clean up his and his gang’s shit, and have nasty sex with him. Sounds sick when I think of it that way. The kind of sick that turns me on.

(Sato Akiko, what do you want from me after all these years? - You know I'm Americanized. Now, I'm Akiko Sato. - Forget your weird ways. I don't have time to waste. – the Yakuza answers . - Jeez, always the same. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I needed you to "lend" me your men in New York. I'm in the big apple. The Yakuza laughs. - Akiko, who do you think you are? You were always very snobbish. You should be more humble, as a good girl have to be.

It was always like that the night before my birthday and the few nights after, I cry all night remembering what I've lost, I hate my birthday and always will. I left the apartment looking like a mess, I was rushing, crossing the street like I was running for my life, when a car almost hit me "watch where you're going you psycho " the angry driver yelled. He had every right to be angry and I probably did look like a psycho, but I wasn’t in the mood so I just flipped him the middle finger anyway and shouted "WELL FUCK YOU KEN DOLL" he had blond hair and blue eyes and looked like a pretty boy.