Harrison Ford Scar Novels & Stories

"Ahahaha... Sorry, come in! Come in! Well, I can't surely open the door myself for you! How am I going to possibly let you in?!" . "Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot... I will come in now, then. I'm opening the door, okay?" . "Okay! Just come in already...!" . A few seconds later the door was already opened, and I could see Harrison came in wheeled in by the help of a nurse who was pushing his wheelchair around. There were bruises on the sides of his head and around his right eye. His right cheek was also hurt and I could definitely see a gash which stayed in the place where his perfectly smooth skin used to ne.

I felt a little relieved that he asked me that question. "Did Mr. Harrison do that to my brother?" I was holding the top of the back seat and leaning forward, so eager to hear what he has to say. A very big part of me didn't want him to tell me the truth. It was as though I knew the truth already but I am just being in denial. Jay nodded. I stared at Jay as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I tried to remember how Van looked. That scar was bigger than that of Scar in Lion King, even bigger than Zuko's scar in Avatar. That was wickedness. A scar only someone with an empty heart would give.

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

Scarlett said as she grabbed Willow's hand. “I don't think I want to do that, Scarlett. I've exposed him for who he is and Harrison is someone who has too much pride, he won't be able to come out for a long time. I want everything that happened here to be buried. I'm over it, I will be fine.”

K explained with his gaze focused on the tiles. Without replying, Mr. Ford looked at Scar and asked, "Have you found out how news about my son was getting linked out to the media?" "Sorry to say, but no, big boss. I'm still digging into it." Scar humbly uttered without meeting Mr. Ford's gaze. Swaying his eyes off Scar, Mr. Ford looked to his left and said, "How about you, Brook? What's new information have you discovered from the hospital CCTV cameras?"

But she shook her head and her sobs became louder. I pulled her up in my arms and carried her back to bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and made her sit on my lap. I grabbed her hands and pulled them down. She tried to hide her face in my chest but I did not let her. I cupped her face with both of my hands and made her look at me. "What is wrong? You look perfectly fine." I said, ignoring the fact that she had already seen that hideous scar on her face. She shook her head and signalled me to look at the scar that was almost covering her right cheek and it ended up till her neck.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet. Before heading to the pizzeria nearby, we dropped by the neighbourhood cineplex to get our tickets. Then my jaw dropped. A man with cropped chestnut hair and a muscular demeanour strode about the exterior of the cineplex, flanked by two brunettes. The man in her dreams. Hanson. I staggered backwards, quickly helped up by Carla.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.