Who Bit Scott Novels & Stories

Fate doesn’t ask. It demands. On the night of his 18th birthday, Kieran Blackwood's future was supposed to begin. Instead, it shattered. Bound by an impossible mate bond, drawn to someone he was never meant to love, Kieran's world spirals into darkness, secrets, and betrayal. As the past resurfaces and power shifts, he learns that some mistakes don’t stay buried—and some bonds never break. When the outcast becomes the king, what’s left for the prince who turned him away? There are three choices; Bite Bleed, Bow

My childhood sweetheart tanked his startup and racked up millions in debt. He begged for my help, so I dropped out of college and sold liquor to keep him afloat. Ten years later, he proposed to me. I thought we'd made it through the worst until I saw his chatting records with his buddies. [Lorelei is pushing 30. Too old and too used up for you.] [Who knows if she earned that debt money by slinging drinks or something else?] [Besides, what about your kid with your secretary?]

When Meghan walks into a crowded bar on a stormy October night, she’s only looking for a distraction from her messy life. Instead, she catches the attention of the wrong man someone far too persistent who refuses to take the hint when she wants to be left alone. Just when the situation turns unsettling, Ollie steps in. Quiet, intense, and impossible to ignore, he scares the stranger off with a single look. From that moment, Meghan can’t stop thinking about him. But Ollie isn’t just another mysterious guy with a protective streak. He’s hiding a dangerous secret: he’s a werewolf, and the moment he saw Meghan, he knew she was one too... even if she has no idea herself. As the two grow closer, Meghan begins experiencing terrifying blackouts, violent dreams, and strange instincts she can’t explain. Ollie tries to keep his distance, knowing the truth could ruin everything, but their connection becomes impossible to fight. Between rival wolf packs, deadly secrets, and a love that feels both intoxicating and destructive, Meghan is pulled into a world she never knew existed. And as the next full moon approaches, Ollie realizes protecting Meghan may mean risking his own life and his heart.

Kieran Byrne, the Alpha of his werewolf pack, avoids humans at all costs. That changes when Sienna Hart walks into his club. She’s reckless, wearing silver jewelry—deadly to werewolves—and smells like trouble. Sienna studies werewolves as an anthropology student. She’s obsessed with Kieran’s pack. But her research uncovers a dark secret: the truth her mother died protecting. Now, a shadowy group called The Architects is watching her. One night at Kieran’s club changes everything. His wolf claims her with a single word: "Mine." A claiming bite should kill a human. But his wolf won’t let her die. Now Sienna is tangled in pack politics, deadly schemes, and a forbidden bond that could destroy them both. She has to choose: run from the dangerous Alpha who wants her… or accept the power growing inside her. This is a steamy paranormal romance about obsession, secrets, and a possessive Alpha who’d do anything to protect his mate.

Mila Luna Blaine works as a supervisor for Unique real estates, a company owned by the son of the renowned pilot, Elise Cohen. Being a supervisor and head of her department automatically placed her at the board of directors level and a thorn in Bentley Cohen's flesh. He couldn't stand the strong, intelligent, and independent woman who always stood up to him and questioned his every order. He finds her disrespectful and so full of herself and she sees him as an incompetent, unnecessarily authoritative, unfriendly man who gives absurd orders and directives. She, therefore, objects to his rules which makes her an enemy to him. Things get heated when it turns out that their fathers are childhood friends and that they have settled an engagement for them without their consent. Will they continue to be enemies or will they look at each other in a different perspective other than hatred. It seems their hatred goes beyond their office

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

Old love passes, then comes a new love. Loyalty which is the measure of happiness, in fact, must go hand in hand with ambition. Without realizing it, love and ambition cannot go hand in hand.

My husband, Jonathan Rivers, was a notorious playboy in Polesburg's elite circles. Beautiful women surrounded him constantly, yet he claimed to have fallen for me at first sight, saying it was a love that would last forever. He dismissed all the other women around him for my sake. Everyone said I was his destined soulmate. Seven years into our marriage, I had seven abortions for him, simply because he said he did not like children. Then on Father's Day, I saw him on his secretary's social media feed. The same man who claimed to be away on business was there with a child beside him, calling him "Daddy" loudly. It turned out that when he said he did not like children, he meant that he did not like children with me. I dialed his number through tears. "Do you want another wife?"

Jasmine Wembley was born an Omega…the lowest rank, a nobody. Left to fend for herself in a world where power is law, she used the only tools she had: her body, her charm, and a mind sharper than any wolf’s claws. Branded a whore by her pack, Jasmine carved her way into the dens of powerful men, stealing secrets from pillows and whispers. But her endgame was never just survival…it was domination. When Alpha Roger Fitzgerald, the most feared and untouchable leader, takes notice of her, she sees a doorway into power. But Roger is not a man easily swayed…especially not by a woman the pack sees as disposable. Their connection burns hot, violent, and forbidden. As desire turns into a dangerous game, enemies emerge from the shadows….rival Alphas, jealous pack members, and a hidden bloodline that could change everything. She’s not just playing for Luna. She’s playing for the throne. She must seduce the Alpha, rule the pack… or die trying.

I knew my husband, Josh Perkins, had faked his death and taken on his younger twin brother's identity—but I never said a word. Instead, I went straight to the commander of the military district and filed an official report of my husband's death, requesting his name be permanently removed from the service rolls. In my last life, my brother-in-law died in an accident. Josh gave up his rank as regimental commander, abandoned his own name, and stepped into his brother's shoes—all to spare his fragile sister-in-law from becoming a widow. Back then, I recognized him immediately. I confronted him and demanded to know why he was pretending to be a dead man. But Josh just looked through me, cold as a winter morning. "Riley, I know you're grieving Josh. But I'm not him. Don't mistake me for my brother." He shielded that delicate sister-in-law of his behind him, then shoved me into the icy river and warned me not to harbor delusions. Later, our five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn't want her anymore. For that, she was dragged to the cowshed for "reflection"—left there, starving, for three days and nights. My mother-in-law called me a curse, a jinx who'd killed her son, and threw my daughter and me out with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Josh made sure everyone knew I'd "gone mad"—that I was lusting after my brother-in-law before my husband was even cold in the ground. The whole town turned their backs on us. That last winter, I wandered the streets with my girl, dazed and numb, until the cold finally took us both. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the very day Josh buried his old life and stole his brother's.