Novel & Cerita Scumbag

I explained. But his look didn’t change. “I saw her too following you, Last night.” “It seems you’re misunderstanding something, Mr. Colbe.” I sighed deeply. “My wife and I had a… disagreement or more like a misunderstanding last night. I was looking for her and that woman followed forcing herself on me. She was my ex but she left. But trust me, I’m not cheating on her. Not now, not ever. My wife is amazing.” “Well, I will hold your word. Honestly speaking, I’m not really fond of hearing my business partner was a cheater. Because I am a man who loves his wife dearly,” Mr. Colbe said and patted my back.

There were several messages from an unknown number: "Seems you are happy with your new husband." "Such a bitch. Lying bitch." "I will make your life hell just like you did mine." "You ruined me. I curse the day I met you." "Slut. I will ruin your name. I will make your grandfather pay and everyone you love." "I deserve compensation. Pay me for damages." My hands started trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone. My heart began pounding against my ribs like a caged animal trying to escape. I rubbed my forehead with shaking fingers. "Adrian, what the hell?" I whispered to the empty room.

Marcus's fist and jaw tightened. “Do you want to repeat—” I caught his wrist and shook my head. “Don't.” “But she called you a curse!” he growled. “I heard her. I’ve got this,” I winked. I faced Stella, my lips curled into a big smile. “Do you get rewarded for every time you call me names?” Stella rolled her eyes. “Am I wrong? You shouldn't be around our bosses. You want to ruin their lives like you ruined my son's?”

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

The latter glared right back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You filthy scumbag, who are you calling an accomplice?" he snapped. "Everyone here knows exactly what kind of trash you and your woman are. Don't act like some loving couple. You two are the biggest joke in the room!" He snorted, continuing, "You really are a perfect pair of lowlifes—one ditching their girlfriend the second they climb up the ladder, and the other sneaking around with her lover and falling off cliffs. People like you are a waste of oxygen."

It was clear that many netizens believed it too, and the comments section was boiling over. "Finally, the truth comes out! Honestly, with his looks, I'd be surprised if he wasn't a scumbag. He's definitely a jerk!"

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I let her know about the pack members undermining Kieran, making Samson feral more quickly, and killing three of the people so far, as well as the one who snuck out last night. “Do you need help, Reagan? I can be there late tonight.” “No, we’re good. We’re rooting them out. We think there are a couple more of them. Besides I still have Meady and Mody here.” “Who?” she asks. I snort. “Meadow called Asmodeus ‘Asy’. He thought Meady and Mody had a better ring to it. Obviously, I agree with him.”

’ These words pierced my heart like a razor-sharp dagger, shattering any remaining pity or struggle left inside. The crumbling moral defenses within me collapsed in that instant. All the reluctance and fear I had felt before seemed utterly ridiculous and pale in the face of Nicolas’ words. They were replaced by a cold, chilling resolve. Looking at my blurry reflection in the glass door, I realized my gaze had changed. There was no longer any fear or hesitation, only a calm indifference like my mother's. I finally understood: scum like Nicholas did not deserve to be called human. They were rotting souls walking the same streets as us, living honey sources destined for the beehive.

—Running away like the rat you are? I never thought I would see you this way, you have filled me with satisfaction. -Help me! stop wasting time —Ha! Are you or are you acting stupid, but I'm going to help, it's a civic duty of a good citizen to pick up the trash. —Allow me to laugh, even if it hurts my soul, you? a good citizen, you are just another scum in society - You're right, I'm a scumbag and that's why I'm going to help you.