Michael Scott Memes Novels & Stories

Mike sat low and hid his face as Scott maneuvered the car out of the parking lot in front of the lab. "That old Russian douchebag." Scott swore "I hope I never see him in a dark alley at night. I would gladly give up my badge to ram a good punch up his groin." They had left the lab behind them and were now surrounded with woods on either side. Mike said nothing, just gazed dully out the window. Scott stared at him "Hey. What's on your mind?" "I want to see that slimeball. I want him to come out of his little Russian nest and face me. I want to see him pay for what he did to my family, to me, to my—my–" Tears choked him up.

she says with a laugh as she pokes me lovingly. Scott- hello, hello. Check one-two. Emmett- seriously Scott- holy shit. That means I'm a pack member Emmett-(laughs) congratulations "Guess you all are stuck with me now," Scott says, nuzzling my baby sister. Mike and I growl at the same time, and Moira jumps. "Sorry little sister," I say while eyeballing her mate. "Can you not grope my little sister at the conversation table, thank you," I say, cracking a tight smile.

Scott's smile turned mischievous. The thought of his sex video going viral on social media scared him a little even though it hasn't been leaked, Tyler looked at the man and noticed that he was damn serious "Why?" he asked, Scott shrugged "I just want you to leave your former team and join us, be one of our members and I won't bother with the video again, even if you decide not to be attending our parties, I won't bother you but you will not go to your former team parties. You won't be their member again once you accept my proposal so there won't be any need for them to accept you anymore" Scott said.

Was this one of his jokes, or was he really serious about it? Michael nodded. "You sound surprised. I don't think I've made it a secret that I'm really into you. Who wouldn't be? Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Vivian smiled at him, but she pulled her hand out of his gently. "I… Ermmm" she began, but she didn't get to finish her statement, because at that moment, Scott appeared from the hallway. A frown on his face as he stared at her. "Mr McCall,'' Vivian breathed as she took a step away from Michael. "You're back. Good morning, Sir."

“Oooh, mysteryyy. Maybe he found out what you’ve been doing with his wife behind closed doors.” “Michael, stop it,” Ace shot a glare at him. “I bet he bought you a puppy. Or a car,” Michael continued. “Or, I don’t know—therapy?” “Will you just shut up?” Ace hissed, swatting him away. I leaned toward Scott. “How was your game?” I asked softly. “Oh, darling... it was tiring,” Scott answered, still smiling. “But good. Really good.” “Dad, seriously,” Ace said impatently. “What’s the surprise?”

"I'm not listening to your protests. You either do as I say or I kick you out…" Faced with such sharpness, Scott gave up. He pitifully nodded. “Okay.” Michael wasn't a bit moved by his pitiful act. Scott was fiercer than a tiger; just because he was sick and suddenly acting different didn't mean he wasn't the troublemaker he was. Michael straightened his back. "Goodnight…" Scott leaned back and glanced at Michael, taking in the perfect figure from head to toe. He flirted, “Don't you think the goodbye would be complete with a kiss…"