Novel & Cerita Arcane Scar X Reader

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.

Xander offers. A huge smile breaks out on Cara's face. She can swear she hears a heartbeat from the asshole stone heart. "Yeah, thanks." "Okay then." He says, facing the window staring at the lights as the rest of the car drive goes on in silence. ~~~~ The next chapter will have some mature content to read you have to be a follower. Comment your thoughts. I_am_ifeee

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There is a line and they crossed it. I got out of the website and shut my computer off. Leaning back in my chair, I just folded my arms and got lost in my own thoughts. Scarlet is the abused sister of Alpha Maverick. She has grown up to be a thief and runs what appears to be a legitimate business. Now she has a target on her back. Alpha Jared wants her dead. Even if it is’t me doing it, someone will do it. Why am I so drawn to her? Maybe it is because I haven’t had her before and at this point, I have had anyone I ever wanted and then some. Maybe I just need to get her out of my system and then this job will be a lot easier. Alpha Maverick can just never know it was me. One thing is for sure

"How dare you scare me like that?" Agnes has her chin on his shoulder. Hearing him say those words, without knowing whether it was true or not, she bit her lips again and closed her eyes tightly. It's him. It's Leon. — CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Cold Dark Scary Place — In a dark, still and quiet room, a lone body of a female human was lying on the damp floor. On her forehead, there was a trail of blood that dried over time. Her face was pale, and if you can't see her chest going up and down, you would mistake her as dead.

"I'll find her. And when I do. I'll beg. Beg on bended knee. Go where she goes. But show Harrison Blackwood is not the devil Maya portrayed him to be. Be the man Leya needs." Alone, finally, in her life, the therapist cocked her head to one side. "That is your promise. Now hold on." And as Harrison left that office that night, his chest aching but his heart seething once more, there was one thing echoing in his ears above the rest: He had scars that would haunt him for a lifetime. And out of those scars had been driven home a promise — a promise that would be the refrain of his years.

This may be the end of Scarred Under Moonlight, but it's not the end of my stories. Until we meet again in another story, under another moon. With heartfelt gratitude and appreciation, S.A. RIVERS

The scar over my eye, the one that hasn't so much as itched in three years, goes cold. Tight and painful, like a freezing fingertip pressed to it. That’s never happened before and I don’t know why it’s happening now. I bury it with the rest of tonight's questions. The hunter's got his sleeve shoved up, glaring at his forearm like it sold him out, and I realize his ink's doing whatever my scar just did. Reading the wrongness. Hating it. So we agree on something. Adorable. I shift behind a trunk, drag the sweats on, and step out where he can see me, because otherwise he puts a bolt in me on reflex and then sulks about the wasted silver.

“I suppose I should thank you for saving his life.” “You really should,” Jareth mutters, staring down at Anya with more affection than I’ve ever seen from him. Anya doesn’t look up at him, but her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as she uses her free hand to support his waist. ‘A witch and a Lycan. How interesting,’ Scar mutters in my mind. ‘They’re mates?’ I ask excitedly. ‘But he should have figured it out much sooner.’ ‘Less about them and focus more on those people. Do you feel that?’ Scar says.

“Yes, yes, I'm fine. I just zoned out for a bit.” “That's okay.” Sabrina beamed. “I was just introducing you too. Alpha Xander this is Kieran and Kieran, this is Alpha Xander.” I found my eyes going back to the Alpha instinctively. What was I supposed to do? Bow? Shake him? What if I did neither of those? Would he have my head and give an order thaty remains be fed to the wolves if the wild? He could do all of that more because he was King. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” Xander spoke, his voice piercing through my many unanswered questions. “And welcome to Deathshade.”