Scumbag Novels & Stories

Stupid guy! He didn't just tag alone, he also stated some words; 'When you meet the right, hot, person. You've got it all. Fuck that useless git.' Wow. Useless? Git? Fuck? This guy was so stupid. He didn't have to insult me so bad. He at least knew I was so emotional. But duh, he didn't even care about my feelings. He was indeed a really smart, and pretentious guy. He played so bad. But thankfully, I didn't release my gem to him.

"Hey, Gully! Look what we have here." A rough voice in strong cockney accent startled her. Ava jolted and choked as her eyes caught a man standing a few feet away from her. The man was tall and robust, with muscles all over him. A sudden tremor ran through her when she saw his face, an ugly scar crossed from his forehead to his cheek, but what made him even more terrifying were the malice in his eyes. He gave her a wicked smile, and Ava turned back and ran as fast as possible, knowing her life was in danger.

He loved the system and its rewards, but he tried really hard to not become a scumbag, but then again, what was the description of a scumbag? From the dictionary, a scumbag was a despicable person, but then how was this description going to be applied in a relationship? Based on his understanding, there were a lot of ways to describe how a scumbag would be in a relationship. The first one was two-timing or cheating, it was the most standard answer and there were a lot of people who did this. The second one was a man who would leave the girls that loved him after he

He mouthed and disappeared from sight. "Dumb fuck. Ryley the rascal. Mother fucker. Idiot. Stupid. Scumbag. Dick head. Bad bully bastard." She screamed on the top of her voice, fisting her fingers, not being able to stand his words after recalling them for confirmation again.

Everyone was having a blast on the yacht for Valentine’s Day when my boyfriend, Ethan Hayes, asked me to go tell his uncle I fancied him. “Go on, tell him. You’re a lucky girl if he actually takes a liking to you! Next time we meet, I might even have to call you auntie!” Vivian Lawrence, his childhood sweetheart, was by my boyfriend’s side, smiling triumphantly. Just a few minutes ago, they had shared a glass of cocktail. I clutched the watch in my pocket—bought with two months of my savings to make peace—my heart riddled with holes. Suddenly, a line of live comment lit up before my eyes: “I’m sick of this jerk. Girl, go for the uncle. He’s the real big shot. He’s fancied you for a long time

My husband, Nathan Sidney, is the top doctor in the municipal hospital. However, he refuses to treat my stepsister, Jessica Jepson. He tells me that it's because Jessica's mother, Janice Ferguson, is Dad's mistress, which makes Jessica a mistress' daughter. They don't deserve to be treated by him because they're the ones responsible for tearing my family apart. During a family get-together, we play the "Have You or Haven't You" game. When it's my turn, I confidently say, "I've been treated by Nathan. You haven't." Jessica smiles and pulls out a medical report from her pocket. "Sorry, Cassie. You've lost." Nathan's signature is penned on the report. As I clutch the medical report, I

the psychologist said. Libia massaged her temples. “No, Dr. Helen, I can’t think of a single good thing. I’d rather hire some thugs to beat him up.” “Miss Musso…” the doctor said, alarmed. “It’s the truth. I want to scream, cry, and throw everything in this room! I’m the stupidest woman in the universe! And you know what? I hate myself more than I hate that awful man. I settle for so little, and I’m tired of this crap. I don’t want to be everyone’s fool anymore.” Libia broke down, sobbing, her cheeks flushed, crying like a newborn.

She scanned him from head to toe, then back up to his face, stopping there, staring at him with disgust as if looking at something rotten. “Did YOU really think I would come back to you?” Now, her tone was full of raw, unfiltered hatred. “You're disgusting,” she spat out the words, knowing full well that she was spitting on Ethan's pride. “A dog on the street has more dignity than you, scumbag. You're nothing more than a crazy loser who should have realized sooner that you're better off digging in the dirt for worms.”

She raised her voice and continued, "Everybody here, listen up! This good-for-nothing here lost 100 million gambling on soccer, and now he's trying to scam me, his mother-in-law, out of 800 dollars! A heartless scumbag like him should go to hell!' Whispers immediately spread through the crowd. Even a few older men who regularly bought lottery tickets at my shop started shooting me judgmental glances. "He always seemed pretty honest. Who knew he'd gamble so recklessly?" "Well, you never know. 100 million dollars, huh? He's going to rot in prison for that." Celia held up her phone and pointed the camera straight at me. Comments flooded into the livestream in an

Wilbur just could not understand what problem these guys had with him. Just then, another guy said, "I hate uncultured bastards like you the most, trying to act like you're all that just because you won that little bit of money. I bet you're gonna go back and show off after this." "Even if I was uncultured, how is it any of your business?" Wilbur asked. "I just hate low-class people like you with no culture. What are you going to do about it, hm?" the man jeered.