Scorned Novels & Stories

“Scorned? Please. Amber and I started seeing each other after she separated from him. He knows that, but he’s twisting the story to fit his narrative.” “Of course he is,” Tom said. “And unfortunately, people love a good scandal, so they’ll eat up whatever version gets them the most drama.” He sighed and leaned forward. “Look, since Amber is connected to you and by extension, the company, we need to handle this carefully. Right now, it’s just gossip, but if we don’t take control of the story, it could turn into a full-blown scandal. And that’s the last thing we need.” I nodded. “I expected as much. What’s your plan?”

Sinful: I have finished the first sample but I need you to test it and you'll have to give feedback for further improvement or bug removal. I've only run a stimulation test and so far it's great. Mark, who had just finished his night shower, heard his private computer go off with the special notification sound he had set for Sinful and hurriedly discarded the towel in his hand before going to check out the message she sent. Seeing the green light beside the name, he felt somewhat excited to finally Sinful online.

Teagan has gum in her mouth—it’s forbidden in Human Sport but only scavengers get called on it—and she chews it slow and menacing. “Scavengers don’t whore for rank, bitch. We whore for cash and goods.” Nia lifts her upper lip to show her descended fangs. “Only nobs are stupid enough to fuck for recognition. You can’t trade ‘he let me sit next to him at lunch’ for anything.” Brynn and Teagan shake their heads, faces twisted with an exaggerated show of disgust. They love baiting us into speaking the truth, and then sneering at us for it.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

Hard pass. As I towel off, something catches my eye in the mirror, and my heart drops into my stomach. My back. I freeze, the air turning thick and heavy, like I’m suddenly trying to breathe underwater. My hands shake as I stare at what used to be my back, its now a ruined mess of angry red ridges and thick, ropey scars crisscrossing like a roadmap to hell.

she screeched. We were doing fine until the second cup, but the third missed the bowl, causing the flour to spill all over the counter and on the floor. I winced. "Oh no!" she gasped. "Sorry, mommy!" she quickly gushed. "It's okay, amor," I smiled to ease her guilt. "Let's just get another one, okay?"

"It's Scorpes, not Scorpion! And as a matter of fact, we were. Before you disturbed us with your unwanted presence. Seriously, didn't your parents teach you to knock?" "Of course, Ms. Scorpion," I said dryly. "You'd be surprised to know what my parents have taught me. And I'd like to think they did a far better job than yours seeing as you're trying to seduce someone who clearly doesn't even want to be in the same room as you." "I wasn't seducing him!", she screeched sharply, making me wince. "And even if I was, it's not of your business. You shouldn't stick your nose to where it doesn't belong."

she said, lowering her head. Aiden’s expression was unreadable. “You tried to sabotage Samantha’s chance of winning the competition; that single action made me dislike you. I hate dishonest people,” he said, his voice firm. Darcel snickered. “You hate dishonest people?” she scoffed. “I bet you hate people who hurt Samantha, huh?” Aiden smirked. “I don’t hate people who hurt Samantha. I make them pay twice as hard for hurting her.” his voice was low, and it sent shivers down Darcel’s spine.

Phoebe The soft, steady noise of machinery filters into my mind, pulling me from the black abyss of unconsciousness. The scent of disinfectant and cold sterility overwhelms me, making me feel sick to my stomach. Bolting upright, I turn to the side, trying not to throw up all over myself. Thankfully, a woman dressed in scrubs is quick to grab a small trash can and place it in front of my face just as I hurl everything in my stomach into it.

“Then leave Moonfall. Tonight, if possible. We won't have our bloodlines tainted further.” Dimitri stepped forward. “You are not fit to stand beside them. You never were, and you know this. So don’t waste any time and do the needful. Reject them and get out,” The words hit like a slap, stealing my breath. Tainted? My past, the orphanage, the divorce from Zane, the scandals that had branded me 'disgraced', it all surged back, a flood of old insecurities. But I pushed it down, my resolve hardening.