Scott Hall 1984 Novels & Stories

"She's out here on a huge campus alone at night. Making jokes about her having a stalker after you left her in the dark is messed up." I paused near the hallway door, clutching my bag tightly as I watched Scott pull his heavy hockey gloves off. His face looked completely unbothered as he wiped sweat from his forehead, looking Adam dead in the eye. "Don't rain on my parade, Adam," Scott said flatly, his voice totally devoid of any emotion. "She wanted to ask stupid questions, so she gets stupid answers." I pushed through the heavy door and stepped into the quiet hallway, letting it swing shut behind me. Bree was right. Scott really is a caveman.

“It belongs in a horror movie, not a foyer.” Faith ignored him. “We’re not moving it tonight,” Scott said. Phillip rolled his eyes. “If you’re gonna swear, do it properly. Not in Morse code.” “Fine,” Scott said, and let a laugh out with it. “Shit. Happy?” They turned back into the hall. Shoes crushed glass; the runner sighed. Moonlight thinned. None of them looked over their shoulders. Behind them, the mirror held their leaving in a hundred broken angles and did not blink.

He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead! Drogo, who was still on the ground, smiled darkly. “Brother Theo, don’t blame me for not reminding you that Mr. Scott is not someone you can offend. Even if you’re very influential within Riverdale, Mr. Scott is from Golden City. Before him, you’re nothing!” Mr. Scott? From Golden City? Theo frowned slightly. His foot pressed down harder as he glanced at the man standing above the stairs.

He kicked the front door off its hinges. "Robert!" The sound echoed through the high-ceilinged hallway. A man in a silk robe stepped out of the library. He was seventy, with thin white hair and eyes that looked like frozen pond water. He held a crystal glass of scotch. He didn't look scared. He looked annoyed. "You’re late, Richard." Robert Scott took a sip of his drink. He didn't look at the shattered door. "I expected you three hours ago." "Give me the codes." Richard walked toward him. He didn't slow down. He didn't stop until his chest was inches from the old man’s face. "Give me the bypass for Sector 4 or I’ll rip this house down with you inside it."

Arriving at the office, he hasn’t spotted a single person he has found to stand out oddly and brushes off the feeling of being followed as he looks up to the large office building and reads the plaque on the outside. Bisbee Law Firm, Office of Defense Attorney Scott Ashford ~*~ It takes Harken quite a while to get past security and reception to see Scott, having been banned from both the house and the office after revealing his secret relationship with Noel, but he manages to finally make it to his office door. Before he has the chance to lift his hand and knock, the door swings open and a red-faced Scott greets him on the other side. “You have a lot of nerve showing up here,” he grumbles.

Hilda unchained Hailey and whispered softly “I know I have wronged you in so many ways, but I am sorry and I never intended to hurt you..It was my boss' wish.” Hailey listened to her and was nervous, she didn't know what Hilda might do next. So she pushed open the backseat door and stepped out, breathing heavily. While looking around, she found Scott walking towards her with tons of military men in uniform. “I need to get out of here,” Hailey said as soon as Scott got closer to her. “The president will be here soon,” Scott said and signaled his men to get Hilda out of the car. “Did she hurt you,” Scott asked, facing Hailey.

I’m curious what he might say or do without knowing I am there. “Scott! Wake up!” Shaun shakes his guard lightly. “I can’t believe you slept through all this,” he mutters, looking off to the empty prison cells. “She works fast. I can’t believe no one knew she even got in. Yet she didn’t leave any scent when she was in the shadows…” he sighs and looks back to Scott. I wait for a few more minutes before releasing the spell I cast on the man and making my way back out of the prison. As I move, I can hear Scott slowly stir awake.

Jack Scott was bloody psychotic, and anyone who says otherwise is a liar. Hael would have insisted on going in the ambulance if Mr. Scott's pickup hadn't pulled into the car park, and Shaetan himself bore down on all of us, reminding me of my old pit bull when one of the dogs down the street got their monthly. It was in the eyes. If you know, you know.

If Jamie wanted to hide something, whatever surfaced would be exactly what he wanted others to see. … Shayla's death anniversary was approaching. Every year, Scott would fly to Amstern City in advance to lay a bouquet of flowers for her. No matter how much he resented her for abandoning him and his brothers, she was still his mother. This day, after placing the flowers, Scott was about to leave when a frail, elderly voice called from behind. "You… Are you Scott?" Scott turned and saw an elderly woman, uncertainly staring at him. He didn't recognize her and frowned. "Who are you?" The woman appeared to be nearly seventy, her hair streaked with white, her face lined with wrinkles.

His eyes lifted the moment Ethan approached, and an unsettling smile curved his lips. Ethan tapped the edge of the table. “Scott?” The man chuckled softly, as though amused. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” His voice was calm, deliberate, the kind of tone that drew people in even as it unsettled them. Brielle exchanged a wary glance with Ethan. Scott rose, gesturing smoothly toward a side door. “Let’s not make a scene. Follow me.” The room behind the curtain was quieter, designed more like a private office than a den. Leather chairs, a polished desk, bottles of expensive liquor lined neatly on shelves. Scott took his seat, folding his hands casually.