New Scott Pilgrim Game Novels & Stories

“And your mother? She’s waiting to have a meeting with you.” “I’ll see her tomorrow.” I ignore all thoughts of my mother and commit to the fifty grand on the table. I could take Willow to Prague with that money. Or I could buy her some lavish, over the top present. Scott doesn’t argue. He stays close. As night approaches, the den starts filling up. The grounds reverberate the boom of the speakers. With each minute that goes by, the cheers grow louder. “There’s a whole fan base of girls out there,” Scott quips, withdrawing his head from the demarcation curtain. “They’ve got your face plastered on their shirts. Some are holding placards. Excuse my asking, but how long have you been doing this?

We've only just began. This story can end in a thousand ways possible. In this so called game, there can only be one winner. Welcome to the final level. Players, on your marks! Get set... go! ⚘ end ⊹ of ⊹ season 1 ·································································································································· NOVEMBER 2022

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Alec smirks at me and I want nothing more than to lean over and slap it right off, but that probably won't end well for me. “Okay?” I shrug, standing up to walk away. I had enough. They wanted to introduce themselves. What fucking game are they playing with me? “Don't you wish to know our names?” Oh my God, I have to actually fight the urge not to laugh. “I don't give a shit about your names!” I snarl at them, turning back towards them, and leaning over their table. “Leave me the fuck alone, now” “Alec Crestwoodl” the blonde-haired boy speaks up smirking at me before licking his bottom lip.