Scumbag System Novels & Stories

Li Zheng instructed when he saw Luo Jingli. "Yes sir." "What should I do… He…he didn’t find out?" A thousand thoughts raced through Luo Jingli’s head as he stared blankly at the blood stains on the quilt for a while, before hurrying to clean up the room. -------------------------------------------------- Author’s notes: J: F*ing hell. I hate non con and people with many partners in bed. What’s worse is that he probably doesn't even wear a condom with them, does he?! He’s such a scumbag! (giving rise to the title of this novel, it’s our thoughts towards him, he’s so scum!)

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.

Just when I thought things could temporarily come to an end, a new crisis swept in as I had never expected. That very night, a maliciously edited video began spreading wildly online. In the video, I looked ferocious, forcibly pouring an unidentified liquid into the mouth of a pitiful pregnant woman. The pregnant woman struggled desperately, only to be violently dragged by me into a dark room. The video was paired with a headline: [Shocking Scandal! Renowned OB-GYN, Saint World’s Quinn Carter Forces Pregnant Woman to Drink Talisman Water—Brutal Methods, Total Collapse of Medical Ethics!]

What F City power elite, what powertul people, in his here are useless. The person who has bullied his sister is a bad person: "No one is allowed to interact with him in the future."

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