Scumbag System Novels & Stories

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

It completely overturned the logic of a normal financial case. While I waited, I could roughly guess the root of the system bug. Caleb's system rule was that after a single target ate or drank something from him, it would transfer that single person's funds. But he had never imagined that I would pour that special bottle of water into the alumni event's dedicated soup pot. Hundreds of school leaders, business figures, teachers, and students had all drunk or eaten from that pot. The system couldn't process this many people consuming it at once, so it triggered an indiscriminate full-transfer backlash.

In the days that followed, the abuse only grew worse. Connor never ran out of excuses to accuse me. The way I bowed wasn't low enough, my eyes wandered, I breathed at the wrong time… Every accusation ended with another round of blows. My old wounds barely scabbed before new ones split open, a cycle that never stopped.

He thought for a moment before continuing. "Their conceit overwhelms me. They think and act like they are the most perfect, dignified, flawless persons in the world. I can't stand such hypocrisy any longer." "One could hardly blame them for that. Your family has an impeccable reputation for hundred of years. Thus far they has never been touched by any scandal or indignity. No wonder they despise me. I was born from misdeed, I live in disgrace, and now I've been soaking in scandal." He squeezed her hand gently in his hold.

I dropped my car off for maintenance at the service center. When it was finished, I told the staff to put it on the tab of my cousin, who ran the shop. The staff member nodded and started to process it, but then the female manager stepped in. "We don't do tabs here. You've got to pay up now," she said, slapping the bill down right in front of me. Premium Diagnostic Scan: $80,000 Exhaust System Sound Enhancement: $100,000 Engine Harmony Calibration: $100,000 Total: $280,000. I laughed at the absurdity. Since when did my cousin start running a rip-off operation? The manager crossed her arms and gave me a snooty once-over. "Always trying to mooch off Chad. I've seen plenty of broke rela

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.

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

She asked when she finally found her voice “ Melissa looked at him and could see that the question threw him off guards but still he managed to stay calm than overreacting . “ you know what , I do not give a fuck about what you say or think , but just do you don’t know you must do this and there’s nothing that can be done about it , you have to do it and that’s my final decision , I do not care what you say or think “ Melissa flung her hands off his , she was sick and tired of hearing this abomination from his mouth , never had she felt this disgusted like she was feeling right now . Every piece of her heart hurt from thinking about what she was subjected to . She didn’t know the thought tha

Everyone began deserting her after this incident, and her colleagues also wouldn't stop humiliating her from time to time. She was under such immense pressure from the public that she had no choice but to resign and hide in a corner like a coward. Johann thought about paying thousands of bots online to try to quell the public outcry, but after receiving numerous death threats and bloody razors in the mail, he knew that it was hopeless trying to salvage the matter anymore. His company was hit by the scandal, and numerous business partnerships were terminated, sending revenue plummeting overnight. His employees also resigned one after another en masse, and Johann found himself busy paying thro

"How are you any different from Kendrick? You're working together, aren't you?" The System immediately flared up. "Layla! Watch your tongue! I'm trying my absolute best to send you home! I'm just a system program designed to assist you with your mission! I have no allegiance to any character in this novel!" "I'd have to be an idiot to believe a single word out of your mouth," I spat. This was the first and final time I would ever engage in such an explosive confrontation with it. From that moment on, even the thin illusion of cooperation between us was completely shattered.