Disney Villain Scar Novels & Stories

Even Damien cracked a smile, shaking his head in disbelief. That evening, the penthouse was in chaos. Nico fussed over Elena’s gown, Jessica adjusted Grayson’s tie, Rosa threatened to bring brass knuckles, and Sophie and Rose begged to come along. “No,” Elena said firmly. “School night.” “Please!” Sophie whined. “You can watch a movie with Rosa and Damien instead.” Rose brightened. “Can we watch scary movies?” Damien frowned. “I don’t do cartoons.” “They meant horror,” Rosa corrected, grinning.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

I think I'll need to lay low for a while as I'm unsure of my fate at the moment With nothing left to do i left ,sad ,depressed, missirable and disappointed by master juju's words ,i headed for the stairs and claimed it slowly all the way up ,in deep thoughts over master juju's prophesy. I reached on top the tower scar was still there waiting for me ,so there was no need to summon him ,i patted his fire breathing jaws ,be could tell i was depressed ,we have a sort of connection scar and i, just like i do with my wolf ,scar has the ability to read my mind that's why we make a great team in battle.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

, Stacey said in a low tone, packing all the things that belonged to Scarlett. "Neither do I. But today's incident made me realize that no matter how good a person is. If he or she is different, then the people start taking him or her as a threat. And we don't have to go far to see the result of that. That rotten food is a live example of that. Some people are not born villains, but we made the villain and then cried for the HERO to save them. I don't want something similar to happen with Scar." "Hmm. Dory and Richard will take good care of Scar, right?"

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

"My name is Scar. You are Alicia... also known as Daniella Smith." She scoffed. "You must be one of Lucas’s goons. Sent to scare me? You’re wasting your time. If you know what’s good for you, let me go while I’m still asking nicely. Trust me, you don’t want to see my venom." Scar nodded, rubbing his palms and clicking his tongue. "Bold. I like it. You have so much in common with your father; it seems like you stepped on a lion’s toes just like he did."

"Scar did the same thing to me." "Who the hell is Scar? I'm talking about our mate here." "Scar is his wolf dummy. Sheesh!" "Really, he named his wolf Scar? I just hope he doesn't name our children Mufasa and Simba." "Well there won't be any children if those males don't stop ditching us. When I was getting to know Scar, he turned cold all of a sudden, like a robot. It was almost like he was on default. He shut down completely and told me he had to go. Then he was gone, like I'd never had a conversation with him and just imagined him. It was strange."