Romans & histoires Scumbag

She showed me a messy hotel suite, disheveled sheets, and a hickey on her neck. She made her malice clear. "Nicholas just devoured me like a starving wolf five times! He even said he'll never touch you again because you disgust him." In the past, Amelia's existence had driven me to tears. I had confronted Nicholas in hysterics, demanding to know why he hurt me so deeply. But now, my heart felt nothing. I calmly typed back. "You're just a inflatable doll. I never knew they could send messages." Amelia was furious. "Are you seriously calling me a inflatable doll? You're just jealous that Nicholas loves me!"

The scar-faced man didn't loosen his grip on her while the others tailed behind him as they murmured about her as if she were invisible. "She'll fetch a good price," one of them said. "The boss will be so pleased." The scar-faced man chuckled. "Better than leaving her to rot out here. Waste of good merchandise." Merchandise. The word sent a wave of nausea through her. As if being an orphan and a rejected mate wasn't good enough, she was now a merchandise. They continued their journey deep inside the forest and down to a black van parked on the road. The back door opened wide as she was pushed inside, and she fell in a heap amidst cold, cruel metal that dug into her skin; too weak and hungry

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.

Victor roared, his body trembling. “Um… isn't it obvious? I just wanted your money. Thanks to your mom, I got you easily. But now,” she shook her head, “you're broke. I have no reason to stay.” Victor's face became pale. “So, you're saying you used me. You made me think you were preg…you made me ruin my marriage!” he exclaimed. Amber shrugged. “Not my fault you're so easy to fool.” I tapped the mic again, and yelled, “security!”

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.

Damien “Jesus Christ, Damien, you’re disgusting,” I muttered, but I didn’t put them back. Instead I sat down heavy on the bed again and brought the fabric up to my face. I took a long sniff, deep and slow, and his smell hit me like a punch. Sweat and that faint soap he used and something warmer, more him. My dick twitched in my jeans just from that. Pathetic. I laughed at myself, short and mean. “Look at you. Got slapped, called Satan, and now you’re sniffing his dirty undies like some creep in a movie. Real winner.”

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."

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.”

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!"