Harrison Ford Scar Novels & Stories

He hated that her mother made herself relevant in matters in his life he didn't need her to and that she hadn't acknowledged the things he had wanted her to be more involved with in his life. Blair matched to the shower opened it and stripped out of his clothes. He stood under the shower wincing and grunting as the water washed his wounds. While he walked back home, he was stopped by a group of racers whom he recognized as Scar's gang. They had attacked her to say the least howling him however they wanted as they mocked him. "We meet again Blair Ford." Scar smirked as his group surrounded him. "Cat got your tongue Ford. The last time you were shouting at me like a little roach."

Qin Haodong walked straight to the sofa and sat down, Then he stretched his legs and said, "I've been in the sack for too long. I can't feel my legs now." Scar had already figured out the situation. He knew he had made a huge mess of things and the only way to make it up was to beg for Qin Haodong's forgiveness. He went over in haste and said, "Dr. Qin, I am really sorry. I'll massage your legs." After he said that, Scar, who used to rule the underground world, knelt down and started to give Qin Haodong's legs a massage. Qin Haodong seemed very satisfied. He nodded and said, "I feel thirsty. Tea, please?"

Why does that make me feel some type of way? I get outside and find a guy I have never seen before standing near the Mercedes Sebastian gave me. He is buffed up and full of tattoos. He has a scar running down from his brow, right through his left eye and down his cheek. Ending just a few inches on top of his mouth. With that scar he looks like the character Scar from the lion king. He looks pretty scary. He smiles at me which takes away a bit of the scariness. At least he has a good set of white teeth and his smile is warm.

After he was settled on the seat, Scar tried to let go of his arms when she heard him muttering in sleep, "Please... Please, don't leave me... Please... Do...Don't..." Though his tone was very low, still the pain in his voice caught Scar's attention. It seemed he was dreaming and in that dream, he was begging for someone not to leave him. However, her thoughts broke when she heard Mario's throat-clearing sound from behind. "Thank you for your help, Miss O'Dean." She nodded and came out of the car, watching the car leave as smoothly as it came, leaving her with loads of questions. *** A little quiz time... Scarlett is in so much confusion. Do you have the answer of her question? What do you t

How could the man know Jeffery? Jeffery sounded as if he was afraid of the young man in front of Scar, even though they had no prior acquaintance. "What's wrong? Don't dare to tell me?" Jeffery was infuriated. He had not been that angry in many years. "You had better explain everything now. Otherwise, I will hack you into pieces and feed your limbs to the sharks!" "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Scar tried his hardest to control his fear and explained everything thoroughly. It turned out that the Ford Corporation had developed the area.

“But those fuckers that took Marley and hurt them. Especially that weird guy with all the tattoos. He looked at Marley like he wanted to either eat them or fuck them.” “He referred to her as sugar; however, he was the only one of them to use the correct pronoun when discussing Marley.” Ford added. “Really?” It surprised me. Riker nodded, “he did. He kept looking at the car too. And what was really weird, he kept scratching at the wound on his neck with his wolf’s nail. Like he was trying to make sure it wouldn’t stop bleeding.” “That shit is going to scar.” I replied. “His mate will have to mark him on that scar. That’s disgusting.”

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

She could tell that Ford was sincere in his apology, and she felt grateful that he had taken the time to come over and talk to her. “Let's go inside,” she gestured, and all went into the house. They sat in the living room, talking quietly for hours. “I am sorry for everything, Scar...” Ford was begging sincerely to Scarlet, and explaining how he had been going through a tough time lately, and the guilty of how he had hurt her was tormenting him so much. “My name is Miranda Hunter, and I am Ford’s younger sister,” Miranda chimed in, “Belive me, my brother has been feeling ashamed of how he treated you and wanted all long to apologize for everything...”

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.