Scott So Novels & Stories

Sophie spoke coldly to the man, "Scott, what do you mean?" Scott smiled and said, "Sophie, I like you so much. Aren't you interested in me at all?" Hearing the conversation between the two, Lucas naturally understood. He thought that although Scott liked Sophie, Sophie didn't like him. However, to Lucas' surprise, Scott was actually a Gene Fighters at the Rank 2 of Earth King Ranked Realm, which was higher than Sophie’s and Cynthia's. "Scott, I've said what I should say. I hope you won't disturb me!"

"I am just telling this as a warning. But let us hope from our creator above. Let's pray for Mr. Hunderson." With that Mr. Scott got so disappointed on his self. Everything was falling from their side, and things are going well around the enemy; this isn't supposed to be! Mr. Scott stood and bid his last retort. "A-About the securities, I'll triple it if necessary. Don't worry about anything else." He left the office with such a heavy heart. Meanwhile, Vince is with Mike, inside the room where Mr. Hunderson is. Mike was a bit smiling with how Vince tries to comfort him.

I said, “and she’s my friend. May I ask, what’s going on with you and these emails?” Scott considered what I said, rotating his glass in his hand so the ice made clicking noises against the crystal. “I like Sarah,” he finally said. “I do too. I showed the world I liked her by making her the goddess-mother of—” “Goddess-mother, goddess-mother,” he interrupted. “Like that was supposed to be some great honor.” “The Luna Temple—” “Who gives a shit about the Luna Temple? Seriously, a bunch of old, worn-out hags?”

Kylie thought inwardly as she ate. "Hmm. So good" Kylie said as she raised her left thumb up giving him a thumbs up. He nodded proudly. "Of course. I'm Scott Anderson,the great" He said proudly without blinking. "Uh...the great? As if! You're not Zeus or any other god" Kylie scoffed as she ate. "I might not be Zeus or a god but I'm a demi god" Scott said so seriously and convincing. Even Kylie was on the verge of believing he really is a demi god.

Scott implied "he's more than a threat to us, he serves as a hero to the humans but to us within the hidden world, he's like an...anti hero." "You want us to kill him?" Another man asked. "No! I want you to bring him to me, not dead, but alive." Scott warned "I need some informations to inquire from him." "Gotten!" They answered simultaneously nodding affirmatively. Scoff sank his tobacco stick back in between his lips, he tried to inhale but realized the cigarette has lost it blaze. He brought out a lighter from his chest pocket, lit his cigarette and in seconds, he was clouded in smoke.

— And, by the way, you have a wound on temple. Touching the line on the guy's temple, I drew in the direction where the blood was flowing, from the temple behind the ear and further along the hairline. Scott took wet wipes out of the glove compartment and looked in the mirror. — And I kept thinking, why did they look at me like that?—he chuckled briefly, wiping away the blood.— Well, it's okay, I don't come here anyway...— The key turned and the engine rumbled. —So,— Scott began, his voice serious, a tone lower than usual.— I can do magic, I can fly... And now what? —

The man nodded his head vigorously and went to sit down, taking his suitcase with him. Adrian moved closer to her and he pulled her chair backwards. "Let us move to the sofa." She stood up and followed him to the other sofa. She sat down while Adrian walked towards the fridge at the back corner of the office. He pulled out a bottle of vodka and took two tumblers from the drawer next to the fridge. He walked over to her and placed the bottle and glasses on the table. "Amore, this is Scott. He owns a chain of jewelry stores in the city." He poured a glass for Scott and handed it to him.

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

“Course you didn’t, Em. I scoffed the lot. Apart from one or two modest spoonfuls for you.” “I thought so,” I say, taking out my Slimfast Syn Tracker and marking down two and a half points – a reasonable estimate, I think. When I put it down, Scott is gazing into space. “What’s up?” I ask him. He shakes his head, snapping out of it. “Nothing.” “Come on, Scott. I’ve known you long enough to recognise when something’s up.” “Nothing’s up.” “SCOTT . . .” He frowns. “It’s nothing really. Just . . .”

“Why are you here?” Scott didn’t blink. “Because he’s about to make a move.” “What move?” Freeda asked. Scott looked right at her. “The kind where he doesn’t have to touch you.” The room went still. Winnie’s voice dropped. “Explain.” Scott didn’t hesitate. “He controls access. Money. Vendors. Accounts. Anything that runs through him. You embarrassed him in public. He’ll respond in private.” A chill ran through Freeda. “He already started,” Scott said.