Angel Reese Scar Novels & Stories

Kai said as he bows to him and left. Name: Reese Taylor. Age: 26 years old. She has studied hacking at L.A university and was an amazing hacker in her university. Her parents died in a car accident, so she is an orphan. She has a Slim figure with tall height approximately 172.72cm, skin complexion is white, hair is light brown in colour down till her upper back. Eyes are Amber in colour, nose is long, chin is pointed, cheeks has naturally pink blush on it. She lives in a small condo apartment. She previously had tried in many companies for the job but didn’t get succeed so for time been doing odd jobs like as a waitress. She don’t have many friends and like to be isolated, She has only two f

~Author's Pov. Anger filled him to the brim as he glared hails and daggers at them, their faces were almost touching and from the looks of it, it wasn't the first time they where having such passionate moment. Alpha Reagan shut his eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath then released carefully, reminding himself of the bigger picture. If he was to consider the bigger picture, Reece is a surely a sacrifice for it. To avoid suspicion, he made his way towards Raze to confront him on what he had just seen.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Renee" I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

Reese is a brawny redhead, 6′2, and a training enforcer. “I promise it'll be fun.” I showed her my Cheshire cat smile.

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?

Scar hisses at him like a kitten who got her tail stomped. “Ohh, a news that’s begging Mrs. Fuller’s ear,” Sebastian smiles at Scar gently, “Am I interrupting?” He totally saw what happened and his goal here IS to interrupt – to force her to honor her end of the deal! Scar rolls her eyes and folds her arms, not seeing the surprise in Anna’s eyes. “What news?” Ava darts her eyes around, blinking in confusion. Sebastian gives Ava a police smile before he lands his eyes on Anna Fuller as he says slowly: “Ava is no longer cast for The Angel’s Tears. You know that movie?”

Farro laughed and clapped his hands joyfully as he watched me beg. "I didn't expect you to willingly kneel in front of me. You give up so easily, bomber?" he sneered. I didn't speak yet. I let him go on and on. "What are you doing, Rose?" Aycxe asked angrily on the line. "Please, just let me. Don't involve him in this," I begged again. Farro played with his jaw with his finger and signaled his staff to bring Jairon closer to his place.

​ Reese quickly stroked the wrinkles on her face and muttered, "Don't be angry, or the wrinkle-removal injection will be in vain!" ​ She wouldn't have come if her dying mother hadn't urged her to find Ambrose. ​ She took a deep breath and pressed on the Hamilton Estate's doorbell. ​ A servant opened the door. "Hello, who are you looking for?" ​ Reese responded arrogantly, "I'm Ambrose's aunt. Ask him to come out." ​ "Sorry, Mr. Hamilton is not at home. You can come in first and wait for him." ​ Upon entering the living room, a little boy came over in a toy car and almost hit her.