Disney Villain Scar Novels & Stories

She would live for that moment from now on. With a deep breath, she shut her eyes and tried to see it. She had seen Damian Blackwood’s face a million times by now… proud, haughty, and confident. Now, she would like to see it pleading and begging for her to let go. She would shake him so much to the core. For now, she only lay waiting. Vincent had once told her he was the Viper, but he preferred to be called the Spider, because he thought Spiders were more cunning.

Even his voice had lost its prior conviction. Driven to madness by their denial, Vanessa slapped Scott across the face and yelled, "The truth is right in front of you! If you still refuse to believe it, get the hell out of my sight!" Scott stared blankly at her. "I'll investigate to see if it's the truth or not. If you dare lie to me…" He couldn't finish the threat either. Instead, he turned around and walked toward the stairs. Devin gave my memorial portrait a long, deep look before glancing down at my ashes scattered on the floor. Without a word, he followed Scott out.

My haughty, fearless arrogance looked far too much like the expression my 18 dads wore right before their wrath descended. "Mr. Scar, this portrait…" Vincent stared fixedly at the huge portrait hanging behind the armchair. On the right arm of the young woman in the painting was a blood-red phoenix tattoo identical to mine. His voice shook when he finally realized something was off. Scarface's gaze flicked back and forth between the portrait and me, suspicion written all over his face. Could I really be… "What's all this noise about? Disturb the bosses inside, and you'll all suffer fates worse than death."

"You may have prepared, but have you ever actually done it yourself?" Scarlett raised her chin defiantly. "I may be young, but I'm not inexperienced. I learned some stuff while I was in Europe." Without warning, Romero's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Scarlett's right hand, pulling her towards him until their lips were almost touching. Scarlett struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place.

“You really think that the enemy of the Hawkins’ family will collude with their mistress?” Scarlett hesitates. “Those inmates were lying,” Ryder goes on. “Besides, I need you for my grand plans…” He steps closer. Scarlett is a little scared and steps backwards until her back is up against a wall. Ryder slams his palms against the wall, caging her between his muscular arms. She can feel her heart beat fast, but his musky scent is addictive. Their faces are only inches apart and up close, he’s even more handsome. But beneath that handsome exterior, is a deadly man.

“You better return to your terr—“ I cleared my throat on the realization that I was sitting with a human, and I had to choose my words carefully. “You better go back home. You have a house don’t you? I may not come home. “If you’re not back here in two hours, I’m going to come look for you.” “You can’t order me around. You’re not my parent or Damian.” “I’m your mate.” He said shutting me up. “Well that doesn’t matter, I can still do whatever I want.” “That’s fine. But if you come back here with that male scent you had on you last time, you’re coming with me to my territory.” “What? No.” “Yes my love. The only scent I want to be getting from you is mine, no other male is allowed to touch you

I kept my head low as I was pushed forward. Every eye that lingered on me started knives, Every lips whispered insults as cruel as Theron's heart. “She deserves it!” “Good riddance.” “Finally, Scarface is gone. My nightmares have come to an end.” I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, swallowing the sun rising in my throat. I also heard Camila's voice. “Aww, poor Violeta.” She cooed, faking her sympathy. “I hope the rogues don't rip you apart out there.”

And I was thankful for that. SKYLAR'S POV:- I was sitting on my bed, chewing my nails nervously. It had been an hour since Adam left. I was not sure if she would be back or not. I frowned as I suddenly tasted something bitter in my mouth. "Looks like he came back empty handed." I heard Scarlett, my wolf excited voice. Yes, my wolf woke up the very day I was mated with Adam. She was very wild and wonderful. She had big brown fur and orange eyes. She was not as tall as Anika's wolf, but she was very beautiful. Her tail was long and furry. I really loved her.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.