Novel & Cerita Harrison Ford Scar

After this noisy gunfire was a loud thud of a falling body on the floor. Like a frozen lake in the middle of the winter, Leon coldly looked at the lying body on the floor, unmoving with red liquid constantly oozing out from the bullet wound on her forehead. His eyes were emotionless, as he watched the liquid oozed from the bullet wound, he looks like he was just watching a regular tv show.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Hastening to the exit door, I see Adrian’s car disappear from the house with a speed I’ve never seen with him before. I fish out my phone from my purse and glance at my uber details before stepping out. “The car is waiting, Mrs Ferraro” One of the bodyguards stationed at the door says as soon as he sees me. Mrs Ferraro? Did he….? I turn to him with a smile. “Oh, no need for that. My uber is here.” My brows furrow when he places a hand in front of me to stop me from walking away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

His fingers went there and he touched it, tracing the line of the scar. "It's been there since I was born. None of them could explain it to me." Alyssa said, following his finger with her eyes. Harrison was a bit absent minded when he spoke. "I have seen it before." "You have? Where?" Alyssa looked at him. Harrison raised his eyes, his gaze softening instantly, "I can't remember but once I do, I'd let you know." "I love it." He continued, referring to the scar. "It brings out more of your beauty."

Maybe in his eyes, I had never been his equal—never good enough to count as family. So of course he didn’t act like it. I quickly called myself a cab. When it pulled up and the driver saw me, his eyes widened. “Miss, are you okay? You look—God, you’re pale.” “Please,” I whispered, my voice thin. “Take me to the nearest hospital.” I nearly passed out in the backseat. The pain in my side pulsed hot, then cold. Then hot again. Like fire and ice battling under my skin. By the time they wheeled me into the ER, I could barely keep my eyes open. A doctor ran a few quick tests, frowning as he scrolled through the results.

It was childish, I knew, to celebrate my victory with donuts – but I didn’t care. Harrison came to an unruly stop next to us and he flew out of the car in a rage. He was red faced and hurtling insults and accusations, calling foul on our behavior, as he marched to the driver’s door. He froze when the door opened and it was me, flushed and filled with adrenaline, who stepped out. I could see Harrison’s fists shaking. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” He shouted, advancing on me. I didn’t move. “You could have killed me, is that what you’re trying to do?”

The serum makes it so we’ll forever bear the scars of our marks to show the world that we belong to one another. I trail my fingers up his neck, his jaw. To his eyebrow, which also bears a new scar. Brock was so close to death after the fight with Xavier that his shifter healing couldn’t keep up, and he now has scars that tell the tale. This small slash through his eyebrow, a deeper scar on his right shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen. I saw the scar on his eyebrow once before, in a vision.

"And I am sorry for all the horrible things Chant said about her." Despite the emotion pooling in Damon's eyes, he did not cry or otherwise break his mask of indifference. It was only that Scar had seen deeper, to the man that he was, not the one he acted like on the outside, that she could tell how difficult it was for him to be here. What a show of trust it was for him to take her here.

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

Acting like he didn't know who I was, he shoved me aside and carried the young woman down from the car. She sensed my anger and grew so terrified that she buried her pale face in Harrison's arms and sobbed. "Harrison, that woman must be very angry. I'm scared." Harrison glanced at me with a hostile expression before looking at the secondhand car nearby. Smirking, he declared, "It's just a rusty old Volkswagen Beetle! It's not like I can't afford to pay for the damages." He tossed a business card at me with a flourish of his hand and continued, "Just let me know when you get the bill for the repairs."