Montgomery Scott 소설 & 이야기

“Your forced yourself on me, Scott. How do you not remember that?” He sat at the table, leaned back in his chair and looked at me flabbergasted. “What the hell are you talking about?” “At Blue Hades,” I explained as I leaned against the counter. My voice lowered as though someone was listening. “You raped me, Scott.” Scott’s face scrunched into a disgusted disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me, Kendra? I raped you?” His voice rose as he stood up and knocked his chair to the ground. “You think I fucking raped you? That’s the

She had to as she had no one to go to, most especially now that she’s pregnant. Scott Hunt had been diagnosed for having Antisocial Disorder which no one knew about aside from his psychiatrist, Jess, and Kaiser. He was great in manipulating people without feeling any remorse. Even Samantha, an exceptional psychiatrist hasn’t seen through him—not even Takumi. Everything he has shown to everyone he calls as "friends" were all fake and he regrets nothing. Scott is also the son of an underground leader who lures cursed people into opening a portal between heaven and hell.

"I watched them grow up alone. When their parents died in the war with the East, they taught themselves and had no guidance. The elders did not help either. They are learning about the real world and love for the first time with you. They have made many mistakes, but they have also learned from them. Please, a second chance is necessary. I am begging you. If you remain away from them, the North will be no more because I do not see any fight in them. Please, Scarlett, I already regret sending you to the West. Please," Martha pleaded in tears, and my heart was breaking. I went to her and pleaded with her to get up. Then I decided I would go and face my mates. Morgan said Keith was having a mee

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”

They don't have the tailored precision or the cold, professional detachment of the men Butcher killed in Monaco. They look like muscle. Mid-level thugs you hire to intimidate a witness, not protect a billionaire trafficking ring. Broken Nose drags a metal folding chair across the concrete. The screech echoes loudly. He sits backward on the chair, resting his forearms over the top edge, he stares at me. "Senator Scott is extremely unhappy with you, kid," he informs me gravely. My brain stutters. The gears catch, grind, and come to a complete, staggering halt. Scott.

"No, but I'm sure they'll find out about that. Be careful, and protect my daughter, Raven. I know you have your goal, and I have mine. But we are working in this together so brace yourself." Mr. Scott secretly went to Mafias and be the part of them. He is famous for catching criminals connected to the illegal organization he is in, but he is having a hard time finding out who is shadow. The legal criminal organization Mr. Scott built is responsible for the investigations and chasings.

“You won’t die today. As long as I’m here, no one is going to kill you. But I must say, I’m ashamed of your behavior.” Scott cracked his neck loudly as he walked toward Zayn and said, “It’s been a very long time since I had to fight. That damned Rheasian has been causing so much trouble in our country recently! Our powerhouses will kill him sooner or later! You, on the other hand, will die today.” Upon saying that, Scott’s figure vanished from where he stood and reappeared before Zayn in a flash. Hoping to give the Rheasian a good thrashing, he swung a brutal punch at Zayn’s face.

He had quite obviously never participated in the war, given his clean, well-rested complexion. “Sir, this man requested an audience,” the scout said breathlessly. “Jesse, I presume?” the stranger asked with a faint smirk. “My, I have heard some things about you. My name is Scott. Formerly of Logan’s pack. Recently exiled.” I narrowed my eyes. The word “exiled” echoed in my head. I wondered what this man had done to betray Logan’s trust. But him being Logan’s enemy did not automatically mean that he was also my ally.

If you failed, you used your own head to make up for it. This quota was real and enforced. Scott personally inspected the results every day. No one ever slipped through. Rumor had it that by the later stages, an entire building was piled high with both zombie heads and human heads. Scott was double-gifted. One was mental-variant, and the other was unknown. As for personality, Scott was extremely calculating. He was warm on the outside, but cold within. Always smiling, always polite, yet just as brutal as Milo. He had long ranked third on the Ten Toughest People list. If he hadn't died so early and been replaced by Alex, he could've gone head-to-head with Milo.