Scumbag Novels & Stories

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.”

Axel: And you're sure you made no mistakes? Hyce: Do I look like a fuçking kid? Axel: That's fuçked up, and Banks kept it for this long? Hyce: Totally fuçked up, I hate that arsehole *rolling eyes emoji* Roonie: If hating me gets you coupons or free tickets, kept it up wanker. Hyce: When you die, "We lost a wicked motherfûcker" will be on your tombstone. Roonie: Add this... "He had a big dîck and used it damn well"

" I gave him a very obvi ous once over before I scrunch my face up in disgust and spat out the words: "You disgust me".

Human, naked, and sick to our stomachs. Sacred shitsticks, indeed.

The she replied, "If you find it too vulgar, don't listen to it. But know one thing, if you criticize it, it means you have listened to it. So, you made my views go up and I made money" We asked her what C.A.B. meant. Here's her answer, "Crazy As* B*tch. Why is that? Because everyone thinks I am, and they're not wrong". page 8

He scowls at Scott. "Scott and I have nothing going on and just so you know, you'll never be the gentleman that Scott is. You'll always be a pathetic liar, a manwhore and a fucking rich kid with a dysfunctional family! A fucking loser, do you hear me? A fucking loser!" I yell until my throat hurts. "Leave Blake alone you freak!" Sabrina walks towards me. I had forgotten she was still here. "Sabrina, get back!" Scott warns and she stops.

The obese man turned around to face Sabrina and roared, "You skank, apologize! You must get down on your knees and apologize!" "I said, watch your mouth!" Sabrina retorted calmly. "Why? Did he say anything wrong? Aren't you a single mother? Not just that but an unmarried mother, too! Women like you are born to be cheap and shameless! Your daughter is nothing but a little skank like her skank mother, and she dares to hit my son? Who on earth do you think you are?"

The one who makes him shake in his boots, every time he hears my name. I feel sick to my stomach that I let that slimy bastard touch me intimately. If I could, I would scrub myself raw internally, disinfecting myself from the plague he infected me with. He is a virus, a virus that eats away at innocent people. A sick bastard who needs his dick chopped off and shoved up his ass.

“Ohhh… so you think… he left her?” “I think he’s a scumbag,” I said, tasting the word because it sounded dangerous—one I’d overheard the men at the market use when they were mad. It felt heavy and sharp on my tongue, but right for the kind of man who’d leave our mom. Caleb giggled at the sound of it, then covered his mouth like he wasn’t supposed to laugh. “Scum…bag.” He whispered it again, just to see if it felt funny in his mouth.