Novel & Cerita Harrison Ford Scar

"You scared the hell out of me." "Where am I? What...what happened?" I blinked, attempting to shake the fog of understanding from my head. Eddie seemed to close up. He drew a slow breath in, almost as if he was bracing himself with every breath to respond to me. "You were hit, Nat. In the mall parking lot. A drunk driver backed into you and left before anyone could stop him. It was a hit-and-run." The memories flashed through my mind in fragments- tires screeching, bright white headlights, hearing Eddie yell my name. My heart jumped as I felt myself instinctively touch my stomach.

"I have never been bothered by your scars, and never will be- in this matter, I'm totally pro-Andy. What was it that he had said… Ah yes, the lines on your face are so cool!" He repeated the line said by Andy the first time we had met, and I couldn't help but laugh. But his voice became serious after a second, "Lexie, you know what? Sometimes… the things we think are making us the ugliest person in the world, are actually the things that mark us as the most beautiful person instead. So in your case, this scar of yours makes you the most beautiful girl in the entire world in my eyes, and trust me, the scar that you are fearing about will make you stand out in the ball."

But my eyes caught on something crossing his back. A scar. It stretched diagonally across one shoulder blade, pale against his skin, jagged enough to make my stomach tighten. It didn't look like an ordinary scar. It looked... burned. As though fire had bitten into his flesh. Without thinking, I stepped closer, trembling with each step but still moving. My fingers hovered over the raised skin while I watched the steady rise and fall of his torso. The skin was still tender and the injury was quite fresh. Clementina mentioned he went for a pack meeting, whatever that meant. Was that where he got the injury from?

SCARLETT : Harrison Cage, you are a witch! The chickens stayed calm as he fed them, but he witnessed as they tried to come for me, so I guess he understands the reason why I was that scared. "They don't like you very much," he pointed out. "Gee. Thanks," I said flatly. "Aw, c'mon Scarlett De Luca, are you mad at your good friend?" He feigned sadness. "Yes, I am. Said good friend just laughed at my misery."

Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him. "I'm s-sorry, Sir Miller. What I meant was that mage fire came from his hands! He didn't order any demons and his fire was red! His fire, which burned Poisontip in mere moments and killed him, burned red! His flames are red, Master Miller!" Scarface started sobbing violently. 'Ah, he lost it…' "Hector…" Hector, who was now behind Marcus, lowered his head. "Yes, Sir Marcus?" "Take this pathetic man out and dispose of him."

Alda never turned as she kept walking while retorting coolly, "You deserved it!" "Fine! Then you don't get to blame me since you're so determined! My family is fucked anyway, so I'll take you right here—your father's never going to let anyone know what happened anyway, for the sake of reputation!" And with those words, he waved, gesturing to the driver to move. Clang! That was when several rocks tore through the windshield and the rest of the windows, knocking out the driver and grazing all of Scar's friends! Scar's left arm even twisted in an eerie angle from the impact, smacking Fosco in the head limply before Scar himself dropped to the ground, unconscious.

Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

Scar I sit at the bar in the Oak Club and sip a fine whiskey. It's peaty, warm, almost sweet. I hold it up to the light and watch the gold glow. "You guys ever think we'd end up like this?" I ask, not looking at my brothers, but knowing they're beside me. Eros says, "Not once. But here we are." "I kind of figured I'd get hitched," Ford admits. "But I never thought I'd actually like her."

He was also wearing a napkin around his face like everyone out here but he radiated the energy of a leader. I gulped and stepped back when he walked towards me and bent down to my face level. His soaking hair was covering his eyes so he pushed them back with the help of his hand making my eyes go even wider when they landed on the scar on his right eye. The scar started from his eyebrow and ended on his upper cheek as if someone tried to damage his eye with a knife. A scar on the eye? The scar face. I was indeed right. He is their leader. "Where is that little boy?" He asked.

"I just want to tell you that the reason I changed my mind is... wait a minute!" As I got closer, I suddenly noticed a long scar on Harrison's chest in the dim light. Harrison had clearly noticed my gaze as well, and he tugged at his shirt collar, trying to cover the wound on his chest. But the fresh blood seeping from the wound made it even more eye-catching on his white shirt. "You're injured?!" All the carefully thought-out words were forgotten at that moment. I quickly walked up to Harrison and asked urgently, "Is the injury severe? What happened?"