Christopher Scarver Book Novels & Stories

“You don’t know anything! Damon is the least dangerous guy I’ve ever known! If anything, Alan is way more dangerous than he is! He’s never been anything but good to me! He actually listens to me, which is more than I can say of anyone here. And he protected me when someone else tried to hurt me. It’s not just some thrill I get by running around with a forbidden lover! It’s real with him!” Her mom looked like she was about to cry out of pity. “Scar… did you ever think that maybe he was just using you? It’s what a Lauchair's would do.” “That’s all that matters to you, isn’t it?” She snapped. “That he’s a Lauchair. You think that’s all you need to know about him. You think they’re all the same.

I froze. ​Below me, the world was breaking. ​From my height, the library didn't look like a sanctuary anymore. It looked like a crime scene. ​ Two men were tossing books my books off the shelves. Leather covers hit the floor with heavy, sickening thuds. They weren't looking for me; they were looking for whatever secrets Xavier had buried behind the mahogany. ​The man with the scarred face—the one from the screen—was pacing. His boots clicked on the marble, a slow, predatory rhythm.

Who were these people? The doctor asked again. I turned my head slightly, my gaze drifting back to the man who’d first been there, the one with stormy eyes. He was leaning against the bedpost now, muscles coiled tight, as if one wrong move from anyone would set him off. He was… gorgeous. Striking, in a way that made my stomach twist. Broad shoulders, strong jaw, a scar just at the edge of his throat. And yet, even as he radiated power, there was something about the way his eyes flicked to me, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked.

And so, I made my way to the seer’s quarters, hoping she might give me something, anything, to hold on to. It was late, well past midnight, but my desperation outweighed any consideration for the hour. I approached Elsa’s room, feeling the weight of my hope and dread. Just as I reached her door, a sudden sensation rippled through me—an unmistakable tingle on the side of my neck where Scarlett’s mark was etched into my skin. The mark burned softly, a faint, yearning tug, like the whisper of a long-lost love. A surge of desire washed over me, powerful and sweet, but just as I tried to grasp it, the connection faded, as though something had cut it off.

"Can’t you recognize the wife you have spent a decade with? You have no right to say her name!" Luther did not resist. He stared at the corpse and declared sharply, "How could this be her? She is a lot taller than this. She could not have possibly shrunk into such a tiny figure! "She had fair skin and was blessed with natural good looks! Look at this corpse. The skin is all cracked like dried soil. There is no way this is her. Not a chance…" My father grabbed onto him tightly and reprimanded him in a gut-wrenching voice, "You’re a firefighter! Shouldn’t you know how the human body curls inward and shrinks when they are burned? Of all people, shouldn’t you know what a charred corpse looks lik

He was proud. Time to tell them the news. Group chat: Happy campers 🐺 Me: Seb just found his mate Seb's not in the group chat — thank the Goddess. Xander and I talked about adding him after camp, but yeah, not anymore. I have a strong feeling I’ll need a safe space to scream into the void. Brant: Oh wow, who is it? Me: A girl called Rebecca Winter from our pack. Scented her the second he got out of the car.

Scar listens without interrupting, her expression unreadable. “He brought me to his pack, and things went pretty badly.” For the next hour, I tell her everything, without filters: the betrayal of my soulmate, the mockery and later acceptance from the pack members, my meeting with Amelia and the betas’ mother, my reunion with my best friend, and the reason for my escape. I even tell her about Ophelia and the eerie resemblance between them,the same surprising outlook on life. Scar listens again and again, saying nothing, her face shifting through disgust, joy, horror, sadness, and finally relief.

In that instant, I wanted to reveal her true colors to the whole world. Jason smirked smugly and reached his hand into my shirt collar. I returned my senses with a shudder. Suddenly, I kicked him hard in the groin, grabbed the thumb drive from his hands, and ran like my life depended on it! He crouched down in pain, roaring furiously at me, “You’re dead, Cheryl Summers! Let’s see how long you can stay first in the class!” When I got home, I immediately put the thumb drive into my computer.

When he switched on the lights, he started to walk straight to the room when he saw mabel huddled in a corner trembling like crazy. “Oh my God, Mabel sweetheart, what’s wrong?!”As he approached her she scurried further. “Sweetheart, it’s me Varrick.” He slowly approached her, she looked like a cornered animal and Devlin cursed himself. He stretched his hand towards her face slowly, willing her to snap out of her fear. Mabel tentatively touched his hand before slowly peering at him. “Var, varrick, I thought Carter found me, I thought he came for me. I am so afraid. “