Scott So Novels & Stories

Scott replied as he got out of the car. Then, after closing the car door, Axel slowly drove the car back away from Scott's residence. Not long after, from inside came out Katie and Tom. Tom is a Beta in Scott's Pack, while Katie is an Omega. For Scott, Tom was his best friend and personal assistant whom he greatly admired. “Scott,” Katie exclaimed as she ran to the handsome man and hugged him. Scott returned the hug as he looked at Tom. Then Katie let go of her arms and touched the handsome man's cheeks and said, “Sheriff Webb told us everything and asked us to wait for you here. So, sorry we didn't come looking for you or met you at the hospital."

"What do you think, Don Carlo?" "If that is the case. I think we can do this tonight," the Don replied. Denny had to remind him about the preparations. "I will still have to buy things we needed, Don Carlo," Denny smiled nicely. Don Carlo smiled complacently; then, he called one of his men nearby. "I need Scott over here," he simply ordered. "Who is Scott?" Asked Denny. "He is my IT specialist. I believe he can assist us with the plans you suggested."

-She says that even if she was very much in love with me, she would testify against me anyway. -So are you going to stop trying? -Do not. -Why not? -the mischievous smile that appears on Scott's face I do not like a hair. -Why can't I fucking! -I confess. He smiles. -I knew you liked it ... -Dislike! -I pause- Who am I kidding? - What the hell, of course, I like it. I like hell. -Scott goes to the fridge and takes out a beer, then passes me another.

All we can hear from now is his steps. “Sure boss” Scott’s face appears on the screen and I smile at the state of him. He is all bruised, dirty and he’s got some broken bones. He hasn’t been allowed to go to the toilet so he stinks of urine and faeces. I needed him to break and tell me everything he knew.

Zoriana remarked dryly. “I’m disappointed by your reaction. No shocked gasp? No surprise? I should stop right here,” Scott joked. “Scott, this isn’t personal for me anymore. I’m not looking to gloat. Ryder is a ZRoux client; I just need to deliver the facts to get paid. That’s all.”

Alessandro kept his hand on my lower back as we walked in sync down the creaking boards, the city lights blinking in the distance, turning the water beneath them dark. At the end of the dock, five sleek, black SUVs were lined up. Doors open, tinted windows. And then, from the SUV at the center, Scott stepped out, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning—if that kid also happened to look like he’d take you out back and break your kneecaps for pocket change. “Alessandro, my guy!” Scott boomed, arms thrown wide in an exaggerated gesture of welcome. Alessandro’s smile was barely there as he let Scott pull him in for a rough hug, all heavy back slaps that practically echoed in the night air.

Scott gushed from across the room. Young bachelor billionaire CEO, huh? Damon, I thought silently. I always knew he wasn’t ordinary. But for Scott to recognize him on sight? “Mmh,” Damon replied coolly, extending his hand for a quick handshake. “What brings you to this shabby restaurant? I could’ve booked you a five-star hotel... anything you need, just say it—” “No, thank you,” Damon cut him off flatly. “Oh, yes, I’m Scott—the manager here,” Scott said with a forced grin.

Hayden turned pressed his fingers to his lips, sushing us furiously again before turning back to whatever he was looking at so intently. I raised an eyebrow at Scott, who simply shrugged and walked over to the kitchen, where he rummaged through the cupboards. His eyes landed on a pack of chips, and he pulled them out with a triumphant grin. I gave him a dirty look. “Hey, we’re eating clean this month.” I scolded. Scott groaned. “Mia, I can eat kale and chips and not get diabetes, you know.” I walked up to him and grabbed the chips from his grasp. “Yeah but you had an entire six pack of beers yesterday so no chips for you, Mister.”

I looked into the direction he was looking at and noticed a funny looking man. “Come on, let's go Naomi.” Scott said, getting up from the chair. “What? Why?” The man that Scott was staring at matched over to our table. He was accompanied by two other well built men who I was guessing were his bodyguard. “Scott my boy, it has been a while.” The man said, grinning widely. He turned to look at me and exclaimed. “Ahh, you must be Naomi Mitchell. Nice to meet you, I am Donald Powerz, the founder and CEO of savory wine.”

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.