Angel Reese Scar Novels & Stories

Renee Something was different with Roman. He stared at me all through and didn't look away even when I caught him. I didn't know how that made me feel. First, he had called me beautiful when he was supposed to be pissed at me. It didn't make sense as I could still remember the rage in his eyes. I had never seen him that pissed and it was like seeing a different him. Now here he sat in front of me, being all different and I could only wonder if he was truly bipolar or if it was something else.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Maybe Scar isn't really a weak human maybe there is something special about her that will make her a great Queen. "good night love birds.." I said getting up running up the stairs to my room as I heard them chuckle. They were still standing there hugging each other as if they haven't seen each other for days while it was only a day. I hope I can get such from scar. "Zane I found the information.." Aaron mindlinked me. "Yes tell me.." I said sitting on the bed in the guest room. "Her full name is Scarlet Reyes she lives with her mom. dad unknown and is fifteen years old. Birthday 30th march.." he said.

Angel enunciated his reply, trying to sound calm. “We are taking the front door then—” Cole said calmly and shrugged. “I told you, Antonio Rufus is not escaping me the second time,” Cole replied in a matter-of-fact way as if he hadn’t just suggested they walk up to meet their death. Angel studied the big human, his eyes were cold just like most of the killers he had seen ever since his ordeal began. Eyes that mirrored darkness within and he thought perhaps this human might still help to get the ending he had dreamt of after all.

“But I can give you money, enough that you’ll never run out in this lifetime.” Victor couldn’t hold back anymore. With his trembling, mutilated left hand, he pulled out a photograph from his coat. It was one from our wedding in Las Vegas. He used the two fingers he had left to trace my face gently on the photo. “Rachel, look, you were smiling so sweetly. I’d pay any price just to go back to that day–” “I was ignorant and foolish back then,” I cut him off coldly. “Enough talk. Give me Vincenzo’s location.”

“His men. Felix and Ang-“ Before Reese could even finish that sentence, she ran over to Angelo and embraced him into a hug. A pretty warmly and friendly hug for some sort of war that they had last time. “Angelo, I know, he’s the best friend I told you about.” “You’re Angelo Angelo?” Reese questioned with a disgusted facial expression scrunched on his face. “Yeah, he is. Anyways, I and Angelo have to catch up so see you later bitch.” She laughed as she turned around to the exit grabbing Angelo’s hand and pulling him with her. He looked at me and looked away instantly as soon as I replied with an equal stare.

“I just get this hunch it might have been a little shit in its past life.” “And you take it out on the poor soul.” She clutched her chest. I held back the urge to roll my eyes. “Poor soul my ass. It’s basically lifeless.” “Right, right.” She chuckled. “Wanna spar?” The smile on my face must have been near blinding. She’d said the exact thing I wanted to hear. My eyes never left her as she got into stance. Reese was an extremely skilled fighter, probably the best in all Dark Moon’s ranks. I couldn’t afford to let my guard down for even a second.

Pointing to me. The way Reese looked, my presence made the bad morning even shitty. But I hardly noticed it. I was too fascinated by his bare upper body. Not because he was so well trained, but because of the large scar that covered the chest, shoulder and upper arm on the right side. The whole skin there looked like it had melted and set again like wax. "Well, stared enough, or do I have to make you another drawing?" I didn't even go into his aggressive demeanor. "What happened to you?" Because that certainly wasn't Proles.

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.

Pissed at myself mostly because I had imagined what doesn’t exist with Aaron. I drop my bag on the bed and head to the bathroom. I just have to remember my place. An accessory in this world. The cold glare in Aaron’s eyes flashes through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. Where did the soft spoken man from the man before go to? Third Person POV Reese sits behind a rickety desk in a smoke-filled room. The dim light of the screen illuminates his face, highlighting the harsh lines etched around his eyes and the cruel scar on his mouth.