Novel & Cerita Harrison Ford Scar

Just go over and apologize to her, and this whole thing can be over. Rhea stared at the screen and let out a dry laugh. "No." Her voice was low, steady. Eddie stiffened. She'd always leaned on him. Rarely pushed back. But now, over an apology, she shut down. "You want me to say sorry? To her?" She shook her head. "Not happening. Glenna's dream matters, but mine doesn't?" She raised her hand. A faint scar stretched across her pale skin. Two years ago, when Eddie got jumped by a hitman sent by some Bowie bastard kid, Rhea had taken the knife for him.

Finally, his voice again, lower and directed right at me. “Long night?” I glanced over and saw he was watching me openly now, elbow on the bar, that faint half-smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. Up close, he was even more striking. The scar gave his face a lived-in edge, and his eyes didn’t dart away when I met them. “Long couple of days, honestly,” I said, surprised my voice came out even. “You?” “Same story.” He accepted the whiskey when it arrived and took a slow sip, savoring it. “Harrison.”

"Do you want the truth or something easier?" "The truth.” He held my gaze, then shrugged off his jacket and laid it over the chair beside him. He rolled his sleeve up slowly and I watched and said nothing and then I saw it. The scar ran from his mid-forearm toward his elbow, large, healed, the skin raised and uneven in the way that only came from something sudden and violent. My car had exploded and he had been carrying me and this was what it had cost him.

“She’s strong, though. Stronger than we can imagine.” Ronan sighed. “I hate that she had to be.” Aleron turned to him. “Ronan.” “What?” “These scars… the ones on her wrists…” Ronan clenched his jaw. His voice was low, dangerous. “I saw them.” Aleron swallowed. “Ronan… whoever did that to her…” Ronan shook his head slowly. “I swear on the Moon Goddess… they’ll pay.” A soft voice interrupted them. “Don’t fight… please.”

Once again, I saw Miranda standing outside the hospital room. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and stormed toward me with a fiery expression. Miranda raised her hand high, ready to slap me across the face. But before her hand could make contact, I grabbed her wrist tightly. Miranda was clearly taken aback by my resistance, and her face twisted in frustration. "It's all your fault, you filthy woman! You've ruined Ryan!" I shot back coldly, "Why don't you go ask Ryan how he ended up like this?"

Ford barely had time to shut the door before Leo launched himself at him. Ford caught him effortlessly. “Whoa.” Leo wrapped both arms around his neck. Ford laughed. “Someone’s excited.” “I went to the hospital today.” “Did you survive?” “Yes!” Ford nodded seriously. “Very brave.” “I know.” I pressed my lips together. Hayes stepped out from the driver’s side. His suit jacket was gone. His tie hung loose around his neck. He looked tired. Leo was still talking. “And then the doctor said I need the bandage longer.”

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

The man stood silently staring at him and then he lowered his gun slowly. He finally looked up and revealed the part of his face that had been hiding by the hat, a large scar was visible on his face, right beside his right eye and went down to his cheek. Of course, that was why he was popularly known as Scarface; that was his nickname. It would have been Deadshot if not for the scar, given that he never missed his shot. He had gotten that scar from his father as a kid, they say wound heals but scars never go away. They become a part of you forever, a memory that would live with you for as long as you exist.

Jared's face changed from red to normal, and afterward he gazed at Sarclet. He was truly thinking incorrectly. He saw that the two people in the photograph were close, and sarclet was all the while lying on his back, so he thought that maybe just maybe he was her Ex or perhaps boyfriend. However, Jared cleares his throat, making a sound as if to speak before he turned his back and checked out Harrison's trophies over the years that was hanging on the wall. He appreciated inwardly, however there was no feeling on his face. It just so happens that the person is Harrison her brother.

I didn’t like that and focused on him more. He was about 5’10” and thickly muscled, like a wrestler. His head was shaved and it seemed like he’d had his nose broken a few times. There was a scar across his cheek that looked like it came from a jagged weapon. “You wanna dance, beautiful?” The man grinned. “She doesn’t.” Ford growled. “Get the fuck out of my bar.” I glanced at Ford. He looked like he wanted to rip the guy’s head off. There was a lot of anger, hate, and disgust radiating off of him. I pushed my focus more into the man. I needed to know what made Ford hate him so much.