Scott X Dawn Novels & Stories

Scott saw her blush instantly. She muttered, "Pervert. Next: What's the thing you love most in the world?" "That one's easy—Beast." "Beast?" Alexia asked, curious. "You'll meet him," he replied with a grin. And he really meant it—Scott fully intended for his mastiff to scare the life out of Alexia. By eleven in the morning, the sky had gone dark and rain was pouring down in sheets. Thunder was deafening, and the lights flickered like they were on the brink of going out.

The front door opened several minutes later, and Scott walked out into the moonlit sidewalk. He was the starch opposite of Luther in every way, but tonight, he looked pissed—at me. "What's going on?" I asked. Scott pursed his lips and his eyes dragged down the busy sidewalk full of other clubs, restaurants and bars. "Why are you here?" he asked, slicking his palm back over his blond hair. I gave him a crazy look. "Isn't it obvious? To dance. To party like it's 1999." "You shouldn't come to this club anymore, Blaire. Axel Davers is a snake in the grass, and he seems to have a thing for you."

Scott explains, yet before we could register a thing, Xander moved in quick strides toward Scott. A hard blow landed on his jaw, and Scott dropped to the ground. Quickly my mate rushed toward his silhouette on the floor, picked up a groaning Scott, and kicked him, Scott fell to the ground again, his body colliding hard with it, my wails increased as I watched my mate. Nobody dared to get in his way this time, as everyone watched what was displayed in front of them. Not even Shawn could stop his Alpha and best friend. Xander stalked his prey closely, Scott was now bleeding from his mouth, and his groans of pain filled the room as he tried to crawl away from his raging Alpha,

“To—to give something.” “The flash drive.” He still has it in his pocket. “I’ve seen the contents. I am the one who needs that information.” Again, Bridget looked surprised. And Scott’s anxiety swallowed his tissue-thin patience, so he wanted to speed up their conversation. “Tell me, how come you have information about Blood Dawn? You work with them? Or you-“ “Not me,” Bridget interrupted. “But my husband and son.” “Husband and son,” Scott parroted, then snorted as he looked away. “Great,” he muttered. “Not only betraying me and father, you have also betrayed your kind.”

"Cheers to our success, bro! We will become millionaires soon!" "Cheers!" Scott replied in amusement, wearing a broad smile on his face. It was 11:30 in the evening when Axil finally went home, leaving Scott alone in the balcony of his apartment, staring at the multitude of stars shining brightly in the sky above, imagining how beautiful his life would be if Briana were currently by his side. When midnight finally came, Scott gathered the liquor bottles, left the balcony, and went to his room to retire for the night.

*songs* Cadmium- Ghost James Bay- Us Illenium- Crawl outta love ****** "Scott never comes to any family function or stuffs like these" Danielle shook her head while still looking at Scott through the window. I stared at him too and now he was just looking around. David was still talking but with someone else that joined them. Scott looked terribly bored. "Why? Why doesn't he come?" I ask.

Tyler is no other than both but yeah good looks can do charms and one more perk of being singers and musicians women are easily available. Sierra. Fuck. I have to stop thinking about her, and everything I think about is somehow tied to her. There’s nothing I can say, do, or even think that doesn’t trigger some sort of connection to the girl I chased for too many years. I need to get drunk. And I need a distraction a female distraction. Someone who doesn’t look the least little bit like the girl who refuses to leave my dreams. I need to stop thinking about her and yeah it's been a while getting laid. I need to find someone before the night is over. I need to stop thinking about her and focus

Freeda allowed the smallest curve of acknowledgment—a tiny victory in a day that had been all edges. The knock came ten minutes later. Winnie froze mid-step, knife in hand. Kris glanced toward the door. Freeda stayed still a second too long. The old fear curled along her spine. Then Scott’s voice came through, quiet and steady. “It’s me.” Winnie exhaled sharply. “You need to stop knocking like a tax bill,” she muttered. Freeda opened the door. Scott stood there, coat draped over one arm, tie loosened, face marked by the kind of tired that isn’t obvious to anyone else, but to her. he never let the world see it, and yet she could.

Scottie shakes his head quickly, a smirk stretching one corner of his mouth, “I’m just surprised he took it this far. These days, men get married to models and you know, baddies. Not girls like you do. I’m sure he’s fat too, some loser who just wants to start a family. How’s your hot sister by the way? Sally, right?” My stomach burns with bad feelings, like I’m about to have diarrhea. My whole body goes tight and I’m fighting really hard to hold back tears as Scottie starts laughing. Just then, I feel him—and our furry pet—behind me. My protector, my fiancé, my daddy. “Who the fuck is this clown?” He growls above me, the deep sexy sound rattling my already trembling body. I turn around, look

Now, how am I supposed to live with the fact that I threw coffee on his shirt which probably cost a thousand dollars, cause he looks rich and all. But, she just swallowed hard and forced the word out of her throat, "It turned out well." "Are you sure, Mommy?" Layla asked, and Zelda nodded. "It's going to be really stressful tomorrow, why don't we have dinner and go to bed?" She only had one prayer in mind. One task in mind. Don't ever come across the guy you bumped coffee into.