Angel Reese Scar Novels & Stories

He wasn't a good person, he was seeing her sister and had beat up Ryan for no good reason. Our mate was being protective of us. Scar argued. Breeana almost jolted back in shock. Scar was sounding like her usual self again and she was defending Reece? No, Scar he is not our mate. He's my sister's boyfriend/fiance/soon-to-be mate. Not mine. I'd never do that to Ariana. Breeana fixed her hair and styled it so it fell over one shoulder obscuring the bruise Reece left on her neck then she left the washroom.

' He mouthed, and I returned his smile with one of my own. Reese stood across from me, flexing his arms with a cocky grin on his face. His dark hair was shaggy as it grazed his shoulders, and his hazel eyes regarded me with amusement. Reese could've been gorgeous if it weren't for his cocky demeanor and superior attitude. Unable to control myself, I rolled my eyes at Reese and watched as his grin widened. As soon as Liam began the fight, Reese lunged for me. 'He's slower than I thought he'd be.' Lila murmured, 'Get him off his feet!'

Miguel offered to guide Reese, saying, "Let me walk you, Misses Ross." "I'm - we are not married," Reese corrected. "Oh, it looked like it to me," Miguel replied. "Oops! No peeking!" Miguel warned because Reese attempted to see through the space between her eyes and nose. "Who is walking the others?" Reese said. In front of her, she heard Karise say, "I'm being walked by a lovely gentleman. I can tell he is sexy, and I might cheat on my husband -" "Don't say that!" Reese said. "Keith's crazy about you!"

“A long story, but they were following the Guardian Council’s orders and I was defending Aragon from them. I do not know how that was resolved. Aragon obviously was not executed because he now lives on in the mortal world with Jared.” Angela’s mind raced through the pieces of conversation she’d heard among Annette, Stefanie, Aragon, and the others. It was just last week that Aragon had returned to Twilight and the ranger camp. “It hasn’t been long since this injury happened to you, then.” She caught Ramos’s arm and pressed her hand over his heart. “You can’t become discouraged. And there are so many good things to experience.” “Like you,” he said softly, laying his hand over hers. “Touching

The wine glass vanished from her hand as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Bastards. Angela clenched her jaw, feeling disgusted at their sick romance. Orion had never mentioned this Ron…or perhaps they had never known about him. A moment later, they were naked and became lost in each other while Angela turned away in irritaton. But something caught her eye. She froze. A dark burn scar encircled Kesha’s pale wrist. It was not some ordinary scar. Angela stared at it, her heart skipping a beat. She had seen that half-circle mark before.

“If they’re mugging people, I’m stopping them. If they’re just getting on with their own life without hurting anyone? Live and let live.” “Un-live?” I wonder aloud. Reese chuckles. “Yeah, whatever. I don’t want to fight you, man. I’ve had enough of fighting people just because my great-great-great-great-grandfather was fighting their great-great-great-great-grandfather.” I take a breath. I’ve got lucky so far, trusting people that it might seem reckless to trust. “Jade was Turned.” “That sucks,” Reese says, sad and angry, but not angry at me. “You… had to stake her?”

The female vampire was the last to leave, glancing at Reese. “Do you need someone to take over?” Reese shook his head. “I got this. Are they going to be okay?” “Eric, sure. Luke, we will see. It might take a few more hours for him to pull through. I suggest letting the experts handle it for now and not disturbing him. I’m pretty sure Angelo won’t let anyone go near him now, anyway.” Translation: Maya still couldn’t see him. And it was eating her up. ***

“Is there a problem?” “You witch, what did you do?” Kathy cried and then turned to Reese. “I have no idea what she did but–” Reese raised a hand in the air, ceasing the complaints of his people. “Anti-lycanthropy,” he said slowly. I smirked. “Surprised?” His lips tugged upwards, his amber eyes shining with glee. “Impressed.” “Good. Now, how about you toss that bullshit contract you brought along and we sit down and talk?”

“I will, I promise.” “Good. It’ll only be for a few days. Drake will be acting Alpha and he has orders to lock you in our suite if you don’t do this for me, okay?” Reese nodded her head, knowing full well he couldn’t see her and she clenched her eyes tight. “Okay,” she finally whispered. “I have to go now,” Troy said with a sigh and the call ended. Reese sank down against the wall and lowered her head to her knees and cried. In that moment, she hated Amber with everything in her. It was her fault that Troy was sick, her fault that all those warriors had died.

“If he doesn’t see that, he’s blind and not worth your time.” She smirked. “Thanks, Sav.” I opened my mouth to reply but froze. Because there he was. Reese. Standing by the TV, shirtless, sweaty, and glistening like he’d just walked off the cover of a sports magazine. His hair was pulled into a messy bun, earphones pulled into his ears, abs on full display as he flipped through channels and gulped water straight from the bottle. Lizzie actually gasped. “Holy shit, I think I just dropped my panties.”