Total Drama Island Scott Novels & Stories

"Calm down, Mr. Hamilton. Your wife is fine. She's definitely a lunatic—brought you here in the middle of the worst hurricane we've had in a decade. But that only shows how much she cares about you." Scott gave a bitter smile. If only the doctor knew... "Well, I guess she loves coffee more than me, since she's not here. Must be off somewhere that's not next to her 'beloved husband,'" he muttered, exhausted. "Well… actually, she's not here because… she's in jail," the doctor said bluntly. Scott furrowed his brow, trying to process what he'd just heard. What did he mean? "What do you mean… jail? In jail?!" he shouted.

“We love each other.” “Really?” Conan scoffed. “How much does he love you?” “He loves me, he told me that.” I wiped my tears away angrily with the back of my arm. “I just don’t want to talk about this subject, Conan.” “Well, fine but before this check out these snapshots.” He held his phone up to me. “These are pictures of Scott and Maura on his private island two days ago.” Scott was half naked, just in shorts and Maura was in a polka dot bikini. Their lips were kissed, their arms were embraced, and they laughed together in front of the sea.

Once they returned back to the Fia sea, they both sat inside Scott's car, "Where did you get such money to bail me?" "Well, a mysterious man helped, " Isabel answered. "A mysterious man!" Scott exclaimed, since Isabel didn't see a reason to mention the man's name to him, he didn't bother to ask. Scott began to drive back to their state, "Are you returning to Nathaniel Dave's house?" "Of course, " Isabel answered, Nathaniel Dave was still her husband, no matter how cruel he was, as long as they had not divorced, he would always remain her husband. "I wish you didn't have to return to his house," Scott gnashed his teeth in anger, he now knows that Isabel was going through an abuse in her marri

He fired off two shots. “Ugh, god,” Scott moaned loudly. “Ooooo, Grandpa cussed on TV,” Clay said in a high-pitched voice. “Wow,” the male anchor said with wide eyes. “Yes. Since Florida is a ‘stand your ground’ state, our crew didn’t take any chances and left the property. Yet, that’s not all. Our sources tell us Scott Kelly has a girlfriend,” Barbara said. Scott stopped breathing as footage of Regina played over the TV. She was trying to pull into her driveway as photographers and reporters surrounded her BMW.

If he had not made sure the Scott family's staff recognized me and obeyed me, I would not have exposed the adulterous couple's true identities so quickly. After this matter was over, Micah sent me a message. Micah: [Giselle, do not be upset. Just consider it as meeting the wrong person. You will surely meet someone who treats you sincerely in the future.] He added a hug emoji at the end of his message. 'Does he think I'm feeling down because I got my heart broken?' I wondered. I smiled. Somehow, I was in a good mood, so I typed a message on my phone. Giselle: [Micah, are you free for a meal together? Are you in Oceanton lately?]

"You are right, it's definitely not for me. I’m with you on that. But I do need the money." Scott grunted in frustration just as a cocktail waitress strolled in with a glass of ice and a bottle of Club Soda. Taking the tray from her, he poured the Club Soda into the glass and sat next to me on the couch, bringing the glass to my lips. "Drink." I drank without hesitation, because to be honest, I hated being drunk. I needed nothing more than to head home and fall into a deep sleep. "Thanks.” Scott smiled his signature panty-dropping smile "It’s my pleasure, Dalia." He leaned over to whisper, "Just don't forget me." He revealed that I-know-something-that-you don’t-know expression again, got up

This time Oliver Scott really IS surprised: “Sorry, you were married? I thought you were with Ava?” I frown, darting my eyes away, only to meet Damian Vanderbilt’s eyes. I thought he would taunt me with some mean lines like “Your husband has a name out there, just not with you”. But he is not. He is glaring at Sebastian, with utter anger in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” Sebastian turns to me with a guilty look, introducing, “This is Oliver Scott. He starred in the drama show we produced last year.” An actor. I nod. No wonder he knows Sebastian when I don’t know him. I had little interest in pop works and the entertainment business. I like only the writing part.

Inside a glimmer, of garments emerged on his skin, making me flicker a few times. "For what reason do you appear so recognizable to me?" I ask him at long last, and he stops. "You should plunk down," he suggests, and I gradually comply with him, doubt dashing through me. Raising his look to mine, he hesitantly holds out his hand. "Hi, Isla. As far as you might be concerned, I go by Scotty." All cognizance gets away from me as obvious shock overpowers my being. * * *

His hand was still flat on the folder and his eyes were on Hazel and she looked back at him with the specific steadiness of someone who had been waiting a long time to be in exactly this position. Isabella was looking between them with an expression that had shifted from satisfied to uncertain, which was a thing I had never seen on her face before and which told me she had not been told about Reeve, that Scott had kept that particular layer entirely to himself, that the woman who believed she was running the operational side of this family had been running exactly what Scott allowed her to run and nothing more. Kaden had not moved. He was watching Scott with the focused attention of a man wh

” She groaned, annoyed at Scott's persistence. ”Let me come with you.” "Why? Don't you have something better to do like being at your post?” ”Yes, but I'd rather help you.” ”Fine, but stay at least three feet away from me, and don't utter a single word unless spoken to.” Scott nodded like an obedient servant. She smiled and continued her walk. Scott stared at Isabelle. She was different from other women. Domineering, sharp-mouthed and persuasive and to admit it, he liked it. She had pricked his interest since the day he ran into her. She was clearly in a bad mood that day, but was she not ever in a bad mood?