Disney Villain Scar Novels & Stories

I looked at her and saw that she was covering her face "Ahh! Save me Fayth . Elsa is shooting icicles at me . " I snorted . "We should get you some water fast. You are getting delusional. Though it's fun seeing u drunk, you are high maintenance and right now I don't have enough energy to keep up with you." I grabbed Scar's hand and pulled her up to her feet , She was still covering her face. Who knew that a 17 year-old Scarlet would be scared of the wrath of an ancient Disney princess.

One of them was swollen shut and the other was almost in the same state. Sobbing, I grabbed the edge of the bandage and began to unwrap my head. When I was done, a scream tore out of my mouth and I turned to the toilet bowl at my side and threw up. I had been hideous before, with the severe burn scars and badly healed scar tissue that was my face, but now, I was truly grotesque. My hair was cut into jagged uneven strands and deep lines had been scarred into my face which was discolored, bruised and battered.

Lucian. Scarlett was very rude and ungrateful. I had bought her stuff, and she couldn't even say thank you for it. I am sure she would be in a dungeon if we were her father. That girl's heart is cold as ice. I knew she deliberately refused to clean up so she could stink up the place. She was indeed her father's spawn. Why did fate have to tie us to a bitch like Scarlett? I was hoping our mate was someone we could love. Since the seer said our mate was a Vladislav, I had lost hope in romance. As things were, I needed to talk to the guys. We needed to let go of this mate thing and reject the bitch. She was used goods and might be of no use to us since we had to be her first to claim the magic.

The doctor leaves and Vivian couldn't help, throw aside the comforter and rush towards a mirror in the corner. The throbbing in her head, no longer bothering her. As a new fear has shaken her insides. Her eyes widen as she stared at herself. Her fingers trembling as they traced her reflection in the mirror. The scar It was looking like new, raw and visible without any veils of foundation. She couldn't stop the tears, that leave her eyes. Closing them, she couldn't hide it any longer now.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

I asked as she cradled her cheek. I took a satisfied step back. Sabrina straightened and spat. “I regret the day I ever saved you from that bleeding mess guy were in, you fucking backstabber” she said and my face hardened. “I regret ever considering you a person worth calling a friend, but I'm still grateful you saved me. Without you, I never would have been able to meet my mate.” I said and she basically lunged for me. That was when I realized Xander was still right there.

“You’ve made Ryan blush, you dirty slut!” Sandra smiles at you, then thankfully changes the subject to put you out of your misery. “So Ryan, which famous person would you choose?” You think about it for a moment. “Uh, I dunno… maybe Scar Son?” “Good choice!” says Laura. “Yeah, good choice,” agrees Sandra. “You know, I think I’d probably turn lesbian for Scar Son. How about you, Laura?” Laura shrugs. “Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro.”

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.