Scumbag Novels & Stories

Ugly, old, smelly, ugly. Great, just great.

He gets whooped after saying that "Since when do we associate with rogues? Are you stupid? Is her pussy that nice? And one more thing witches took my son, and my daughter-in-law so I know a witch when I see one the same goes for their scent. She is a witch" This lady better not get on my nerves "Listen here old hag I will not stand here and listen to you disrespect me. Yes, I am a lone wolf but I'm not a prostitute. So chose your words wisely" I wail at her ignoring the fact that she's old.

Another one with brown eyes said looking at my chest and lower body and I cringed and felt disgusted. "Mother*******, bastards, manwhores, son of pigs. I will give you the best kick of your life that will make you all impotent, bloody fuckers***** I will cut your sagging d****" Amy growled. "Bitch.." that guy was going to abuse her but I stopped him.

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

I’ve been described with a lot of unpleasant and derogatory descriptions all my life because of just doing something I wanted to do. Horrible, nasty, filthy, awful, terrible, dick, weak, scumbag, dirtbag, stinkpot, and douche bag and almost every negative adjective Merriam-Webster could think of. People got to say what they got to say and for me, it’s not that bad when you feel that you’re the good guy and the rest is just being a villain charged with the hunger to destroy you. I think that way. I’m a fucking legend.

Dirty, degrading words poured out as they worked me. “We’re gonna flood that gut with our loads till you leak for days,” he continued menacingly this time like it was a threat, gripping my hair tighter than I had to I grit my teeth slightly to hold back the pain that spread through my scalp. “Tiny dick beta, born to eat alpha seed. I’m a thong-wearing cum dumpster for superior studs. Say it bitch!” “I’m… I’m a thong-wearing cum dumpster for superior studs,” I gasped between thrusts, my cheeks flooding with humiliating heat.

The commenter’s handle was generic, but the words were venomous. @NeighborWatcher: Total loser. A user and an abuser. I live next door to this trash. He has a wife he cheats on constantly—probably has every STD in the book. He spends all day badmouthing her, says he can’t stand her touch. Told me he’s only had sex with his wife twice and was so disgusted he couldn't do it again. Calls her his 'Sugar Mama' and makes fun of her to anyone who will listen. Stay away.

This big, burly, viking god of a biker blushes. “Oh, when I saw you, when you were brought in. Your knuckles were scraped and bleeding. I knew you hit back. Hence the name Scrapper. But if you don’t like it, I can …” “Oh no, no, Scrapper is fine. Kind of like a cool nickname.” I say with a giggle. I fucking giggled. What is wrong with me? I never giggle. This man is making me turn into a sap.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

And seeing the way his cocky grin cracked getting replaced with an angry look— I knew it was true. Kingston hadn’t filled me with the wrong information after all. This motherf**ker had always been, and would always be, a bag of scum. “You piece of sh*t,” he spat, eyes burning in rage. “Just because you managed to build a life of your own doesn’t make you better than me. You’re still the outcast your pack threw away. A scumbag. A f**king reject.” I smirked wider. “And isn’t it poetic that you were the reason I got kicked out? Iconic, really. You handed me my freedom. And I used it to build something you’ll never have.”