Angel Reese Scar Novels & Stories

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

He is about to rescue me but end up on top of me. Our faces are too close to each other that it’s like only an inch before we end up with a kiss. His breath becomes heavy staring at me. As I blink my eyes, everything turned back to normal. His green eyes are taking me somewhere far. They are so beautiful that I wanna stare at them forever. I suddenly remembered the same scene making me furrow my eyebrows. He stood up and help me stand too. “I bet you will remember Carina soon,” he said when we are back on our feet. Angelo looked really the same as if nothing happened. He isn’t affected at all while I’m too nervous and is replaying the scene in my head.

Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human. Carla strode in front of me and leaned provocatively, puckering her lips temptingly before my face. I snapped out of my thoughts at once, immediately turning to her attention. Her vampirism had made her superior seductive, and she possessed sharp senses. It was no wonder that she immediately knew something was distracting me. Now that she had my attention, she spoke her point. Carla wasn’t the Carla she used to be; she was now, like Arabelle, a reborn creature. She also possessed an aura of confidence that wasn’t existent before.

Now all that is left of Marion is his body, wingless and without his furry feathers anymore, brown and charred with burnt skin on some parts, soak in broth and vegetables around him. “M..marion..” she whisper. She couldn’t hear the sound of Ariadne calling out to her. She was crying too and tried to wake her from her shock but Eve vision went red. She felt her Gift rising from her skin, her life-force pools in her palm as she jumps on the screaming Agnes who just had a wide smile before. Screaming can be heard in the dining room. She felt hands tried to pull her off but her gift made her strong and everyone who tries to touch her cringed in pain when I contact with her icy cold body.

“I don't mean to be rude. I just noticed that scar. It looks like it might have been a very significant one. How did you get it, if you don't mind me asking?” Angela moved her finger to her collarbone instinctively, just for a second, then she lowered it. “Surgery,” she said. “It was a minor procedure but it left a mark.” “Ah,” Reeves said. Nodding like that made perfect sense. “I have one on my side from something similar. They do tend to stick around.” He smiled briefly. “Sorry to ask. It just caught my eye.” “Oh, not at all.” Angela said, smiling.

My anger ignited as I realized Reese had disobeyed my orders and shown up uninvited, and with a captive in tow. I felt my face burn with rage and embarrassment. How dare he disobey my orders and show up uninvited, and with a prisoner, no less? Each Alpha was entitled to one escort, and I had chosen to bring Thane, registering him as my aide for the duration of the conclave. Reese had no business knowing the location, let alone crashing the meeting with a bound figure slung over his shoulder. His actions were a direct challenge to my authority, and I could feel my temper simmering just below the surface. When Reese stood before the elders, he was given a stern ultimatum by Alpha Ronan of the

I chuckle, “It comes with the privilege of not getting your ass kicked by me.” “I actually really like this,” she nods thoughtfully when suddenly her eyes glaze over and her cheeks flush bright red. Even her breathing changes. 'What’s that about?' 'I think someone is getting a raunchy link,' Alma sniggers. “Reese, who were you linking?” I ask suspiciously. “No one,” she squeaks. “Reese…” I say slowly, handing her some champagne. “I…” she takes the glass and sighs, “I was linking my animai.”

“It was that man again from the park. Elijah.” My heart skipped a beat. “What about him?” “He saw us outside the building, and Reese recognized him and wanted to go visit his office. But while she was inside there, I heard her suddenly crying. I panicked and came in to get her!” I knelt down in front of Reese, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Why were you crying, honey? Was it because of Uncle Elijah?” “No…” Reese sniffled, her little hands twisting together. “Blonde l-lady…” was all she was able to say.

DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The more I thought about it, the angrier I got with myself. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to despise Eleanor. She was a villain seeking control over me, and I was determined to stop her. The day then came when I found her holding up one of my shirts and inspecting it, her hands trembling. The brown stain on it caught my eye, and we both knew it was dried blood, and it was from a human.

And Rafael was no fool, he saw the moment’s pause as Angel took in his son, she was going to have a hard fight with this one. “Don, would you like to take the reins on this one?” She pushed the hair back behind her ear and both men caught sight of the scar, which to Damian, only enhanced her beauty. Oh, it was an ugly scar, no doubt, but it made her eyes burn even brighter.