Novelas y relatos de Scorned

The Sons of Satan Territory Monday, July 4th 19:23 THE JOURNEY TO THE OTHER SIDE "In fact, there weren't many things Scar didn't hate." SCAR GROANED IN DISAPPROVAL at one of the clubs whores climbing onto his lap. Trying to get his attention, she shamelessly began showering light but sloppy kisses on his neck. He was not in the mood - not one bit. Scar was visibly tense, his lips pulled back in a tight, nasty scowl. He wished to lock himself in his room with a bottle of whisky and drink it until he passed out.

Scorpion joked. Am I even that fair? "Chop remain o." He licked his lips. Rude! "And to yourself now, you think you've made sense. I'm overly disappointed sha." I eyed him, shaking my head. " Na my sister be this, no try am." JB warned too, a deadly glint in his eyes. " Calm down joor, I get my own mama." He said to JB referring to lady slut that just left. "Yellow pawpaw come in o." Scorpion said.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

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she added that stop me from even trying to possess myself again. It drained me to the extent of despair. Tears fell to the ground that sent shockwaves that only I can felt. Cynthia turn her back at me and glared to the bloody moon. I kind of gasping to what just I've saw at the deepest of her eyes, the kind of scorn that I received just now. The scorn that only to those that trying to overturn the greatness of one when in actuality they couldn't and shouldn't think it will possible.

He regained his posture before trying to bargain with her. "I know you're still mad at me for what I did but ---" He paused hearing a mocking scoff from her. "Mad? Oh no, I am not mad." She paused clutching the edge of the table with her both hands not wanting to jump and claw at his face. "I don't waste my emotions on unworthy fools, it's just your face ruins my day and your presence alone gives me repulsion. I don't want to get sick being near corrupted trash." Scott's lips separated upon hearing such an offensive insult from her. She gritted her teeth again turning her eyes away from him.

She seemed so angry that no one dared moved close to her or try helping the man out. "Do I look like I'm interested in your stinky money? If you did wrong then apologize rather than trying to buy your way out!" The burly man made small whimpering noises like a downtrodden mongrel, but he someone managed to speak "I-i'm sorry. I really am" He felt his life almost leaving him with her pulling on his arm like she was going to tear it off.

Gasping for breath, Scott retorted, "You're an animal… Your entire family—No, you're the only animal in your family!" Mid-sentence, Scott reconsidered, realizing his words included Belle, Finneas, and Yolanda. To him, Grayson was the sole animal. Scott continued, "You're not even an animal… You're a scumbag!" He hurled profanities at Grayson, preparing to strike again, seemingly intent on delivering a fatal beating. Grayson's expression was a mix of both anger and confusion. He had gotten used to Scott calling him a scumbag, but this time it felt like Scott was calling him out for a different reason.

Storm Scoville cared about one thing and one thing only—himself. Scarlet leaned back, closing her eyes, trying to slow her racing thoughts. But they wouldn’t stop. The image of Storm’s cold face, his irritated voice over the phone, kept playing over and over in her mind. She had called him, hoping for some form of comfort, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would sense something was wrong. But he hadn’t. He had brushed her off, as usual. And now, she was here, alone, with nothing but the echo of her own heartbeat to keep her company.