Scott 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

"A...Alpha, there must be some mistake, let's calm down and do the test again or...I don't know but that woman does not look like a person that could do something like that, there must be a mistake, we...." I did not allow Scott to finish his statements before storming out of the office, he quickly ran after me while spouting gibberish. "A..Alpha, you need to calm down, Tracy might have a reason for......" "A reason for killing my people? A reason for been a spy? A reason for having ulterior motives?" I bellowed at Scott in fury. What the fuck was he saying? He still wanted to find am excuse for her at this point? All the evidence are against her, so what else should I calm down for?

"You're too forgiving." Scott clarified, "Strong evidence speaks louder. I'm just analyzing objectively." Neil observed Scott and wondered why he remained so impartial when someone he loved had been hurt in these incidents. Did Scott have a unique perspective or hidden intentions? Scott seemed to notice Neil's gaze, so he met Neil's eyes and smiled calmly. "Do you find me too rational?" Neil looked away, unsure of what experiences had made Scott so analytical. Scott continued. "Maybe I've seen too much death and separation."

I'm still at the grocery] SCOTT - [I got some steroid shots this morning. I'll be okay by tomorrow] RAYAN - [Not what I asked] RAYAN - [Do you need anything right now?] SCOTT - [I PROMISE I'm okay. Taking it easy today] RAYAN - [Do you own a knife and a large pot?] SCOTT - [...Why?] SCOTT - [I do, but how is that pertinent?] RAYAN - [Text me your address] SCOTT - [...]

"Give the money to them," "I can't!" Mr. Scott stood. "I can't give it to them. That half billion will be use to destroy us! Lots of innocent people will be in danger! They are criminals out there! You think they will stay put in silence once they have it?! No! They are much more dangerous that I feared I'll die without seeing my daughter smiling on her graduation... Raven... I can't fight alone..." Raven was surprised when Mr. Scott removed his clothes, revealing a lot of gauze, bandages, bruises at his body.

"Fuck off!" He shook his head. "I don't want to. You either tell me what's going on, or we both remain here for God knows how long. I have all day, Zara. But you don't. You seem in a hurry. Let's get this over and done with, okay?" "No! Get lost. Why can't you take the hint? I have nothing to tell you!" With his hands in his pockets, Scott smiled, "You do. I know you do. If someone called to threaten you, I can actually help. Why are you being so difficult?"

She pointed her sickle at Scott and screamed angrily, "What trouble are you trying to cause this time?" "This is a misunderstanding, Linda. I just want to talk to Jennie." Scott stumbled backward, keeping a safe distance from my mother. I didn't want my personal affairs to affect my mother emotionally. After promising her that I'd be home soon, I dragged Scott to a quiet corner. "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?" I looked at him expressionlessly. All I wanted was for this conversation to end sooner so that I could go home. Pursing his lips, Scott asked, "Do you really not care about me anymore? How come you barely reacted to the news that I was getting married?"

Scott’s gaze shifted to me, a hint of smile in his eyes, but I looked away, pretending not to notice. "Okay," Scott said with a watery smile. "No more crying." "Good," Liam said, beaming. "You’re a big boy like me, right, Daddy?" Scott chuckled and pulled him back into a hug. "I’m so sorry, Liam," he whispered. "Why are you apologizing?" Liam asked, curiously. I wouldn’t be surprised if Liam grew up to become a reporter—he had a knack for asking a lot of questions. "Because I wasn’t there for you while you were growing up," Scott replied, his voice soft and tinged with guilt. His arms wrapped around Liam in a protective embrace. Only I knew the full weight of why he was truly apologizing, a

"You disgraceful wretch! Why didn't you just throw yourself under a car and get it over with? You've brought nothing but shame to the Walsh family!" Scott had initially thought that Quinn's actions were driven by unrequited love and that in a moment of confusion, she had arranged for someone to attack Quentin. But now he realized she had done something far more disgraceful. Quinn lay crumpled on the floor, crying out in pain. Scott glanced at Quentin, who was calmly holding a cup of coffee, his expression unreadable. Enraged, Scott delivered another kick to Quinn. "You wretched girl! Why don't you just die already?"

"You would...?" "You have been hypnotised by the simple American whom you claim to be in love with." Khalid cut him off, speaking calmly and without remorse. "What I do now, I do for the greater good, to preserve the untainted blood of the family. You! will not ruin that. I spit on your unholy relationship!" "Unholy relationship? She is a human being! What is unholy about that?" "She is not..." Khalid paused. "You are not allowed!"

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.