Angel Reese Scar Novels & Stories

I want them to feel the pain, hurt them just like they hurt the innocent. That is why I run this gang. And the second reason of me being that angry was Angela and that attack in the party she had gone to. It was them. Quinn Daggers. Those bloody bar*s! The nerve they had to attack my Angel. How dare they even think of hurting her?! And for once in my life, I have to thank him. Carl. My mortal enemy! For once he had done something worthy. He had saved my Angel that night. My Angel. My lifeline. My lo-

Just when I thought he was going to grab my throat and choke me against the wall, he suddenly jerked back. Opening on eye at a time, I look at Ren crouched down, breathing heavily. When he glances back up at me, I realise it’s Chase looking back at me, and my entire body deflates in relief. I’ve never been so happy to see him. “How did you manage to get him that angry?” he questions, getting to his feet. He shakes his head, dazed from getting into Rens consciousness. “I rejected his kiss.”

she continued, and the hazel-eyed Alpha nodded in agreement when she spoke about him, his sharp jaw clenching when our eyes briefly met. "My son Oscar Reese seeks attention for all the right reasons. Apart from being a street fighter, he craves adoration from his mother and his brothers," she forced a smile when she pointed at the black-haired, green-eyed Alpha, bearing visible injuries from his fights the previous night. I could tell the last night's fight must have been rooted in the deep anger he had for me.

Reese shook his head and grabbed my elbow. “There’s a better way,” he said with a smirk. He walked around the red cording up to the bouncer at the door. I followed along, nervously. “Reese Owen,” he said smoothly, handing over some folded bills. The bouncer took them and placed them in his breast pocket before unlatching the velvet rope and letting us go into the darkness within.

But sleep wasn’t mercy tonight. The dream came fast and violently. I stood in the desert, the air thick with heat, the sand burning beneath my boots. The sky bled red, the moon swallowed by shadows. Reese stood in the distance, her back to me. Her hair whipped in the wind, her body rigid, blood dripping from her hands. “Reese!” I called. My voice echoed, but she didn’t turn. When she finally did, I froze. Her eyes glowed, not red like the rogues, but something else, something blinding like molten gold laced with fire. She looked at me as though she saw straight through me, as though she wasn’t Reese at all but something older, something terrible and divine.

Reese’s voice boomed through the little crack in the wall. Looking around, there was a tiny opening from above that seemed to have been threaded shut by tree branches. Had they fallen in here? My attention was brought back to the creature. He picked up a ring and then tossed it at my feet. “FUCKING DAMNIT, DEMI! ANSWER ME!” Luca screamed in anger. “I’m okay.” I said back. My mind still wasn’t forming words. “Do you have a camera?” “W-what?” Reese was so confused.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

She reached over, gently grasping Chelsea's hand. “Are you feeling any better?” Reese asked, her voice soft but steady. Chelsea gave a small, tired smile, her eyes barely open. “I’m okay. Just… a little dizzy still.” Reese nodded, brushing a strand of hair from Chelsea's face. “You gave us all quite a scare.” Her tone was serious, but her expression remained calm. “I still don’t understand why Aria would do something like that. She’s always been… unpredictable, but this is just too far.”

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

As soon as the last one is out the door she locks it and runs upstairs. “Roman!” she yells. “Down here,” He yells back. Reese runs down the hall and opens the bedroom door. Luca is lying in the bed. He looks pale. Roman is sitting in a chair across the room. “You better hurry sis,” Roman says. Reese goes over to the bed. She takes one of her long nails and slices her wrist. She places her wrist in Luca’s mouth. “Drink up,” she says softly. Luca is in a delusional state but does as she says. He drinks from her for few moments. Reese takes her wrist back. “You will be fine by tomorrow,” she says.