Harrison Ford Scar Novels & Stories

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

Rhea and Lina also closed their eyes, exhausted, while Kaelen insisted on keeping watch. "You should rest too," I said softly to him. "You look like you haven't slept in days." "I'm fine," he replied distantly, his gaze never leaving the cave entrance. The firelight illuminated the scar on his cheek, a new wound, it must have a story. "That scar… how did you get it?" I couldn't help asking. He was silent for a moment. "Lyra. When I tried to stop her from hunting you." "Did you kill her?"

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

He muted a wince trying to force his way out. "Nah, this isn't treated properly. It's gonna get infected in a few hours…" Scar said, examining the wound. It felt fucking strange seeing a wound on Ghost. "Don Carianno interrupted us. She wasn't done treating it but had to leave." "What did the boss say to you?" Scar probed. "He punched me. A couple of times." And for the first time, Scar noticed the bruise lying on his cheek. It increased his anxiety but he didn't say a word. Ghost would pounce on him if he made another exaggerated reaction.

"I can't believe how unlucky Shirley is to have a husband and brother like you. Here's her death certificate. Do you still refuse to believe the truth?" When she pulled out the memorial portrait from behind the frame, Scott snatched it away. He barely glanced at it before crushing the paper into a tight ball and squeezing it in his fist. When he spoke, his voice shook violently, as though a massive boulder were crushing his chest. "I don't believe Shirley is dead either. You've faked everything else, so forging a death certificate would've been a piece of cake for you, too." But I could clearly see his trembling clenched fists. Even his voice had lost its prior conviction.

" The crowd erupted. The Enforcer immediately caught the detail and strode forward. He grabbed Stella, who was panicking and trying to slip away. "Sorry, Stella. I need to check." The Enforcer reached out and gently pulled down the collar of her white coat. A crescent-shaped silver scar, identical in size, shape, and color to the one in the video, was revealed for all to see. Head Elder Harrison, who had been so confident and imposing just moments ago, went pale and rigid.

FLORIAN'S POV My eyes stayed on his face, and my chest tightened. I knew him. I had seen this face before, but I couldn't remember where. He had a small scar above his lip, and his eyes were dark, infact almost black under the dim light in the car. He didn't smile, or blink, he just handed me the files like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Fredrick," Mara said, in her usual calm voice, "Give him the tape too."

He raised his chin with his shoe and asked, “Why did you scratch my car?” His voice was cold and stern. Goosebumps raised across Skylar’s arms. Felix glanced at Skylar. His gaze was full of rage. “What’s the matter? Do you know him?” Logan asked Skylar, looking at her. Skylar’s heart lurched in fear. She immediately waved her hands and said, “I…I don’t know him…” Logan smiled. Previously, he had looked warm and gentle even with the scar in the corner of his eye. However, the scar made him seem rather fierce right now.

It was tormenting. Until sunrise, I didn’t move from where I was since the tragic last night. “Chandria!” It was Falcon’s voice who hurriedly run towards me. “Rosa…” The only words that escape my lips. “This will only worsen your wound, your bandage has to be replaced by a new one or it won’t heal and rather get infected more.” Falcon retaliated. But when I thought my tears were already drained, I’m wrong. As a hot liquid quickly cascades down my cheeks, I look at the man who’s gently helping me to stand up.