Harrison Ford Scar Novels & Stories

He removed his mask down and the huge scar frightened her. The scar moved from his forehead down to his chin. Half of his face carrannoying the ugly scar. It looked so permanent and ugly yet, he did not seem bothered about it. “I am sorry that I frightened you with my scar. It won't bite you ” His face turned sour as he apologized. Perkins did not also think that even her would be terrified of his scar. He was depressed about that. “Me? Terrified? Not really. It is just that this thing would have cost you your face and lot of blood. ”

Every meal comes back untouched. “Doctor Ford didn’t eat again,” the maid had said earlier today, placing the tray down with quiet concern. My breath had caught when the maid said that. But I couldn't do anything. I only sobbed. And now, now I’m scared she’s going to destroy herself with grief. “The way Scar ended everything…” Gerald’s voice darkens, dragging that ugly memory back into the room. “After everything I had to do… pretending to die… staying away this long… I didn’t expect it.” His words brush against my hair.

{ AUTHOR'S POV 🌻 } – As soon as Harrison arrived in front of his Lamborghini Revuelto, he immediately helped Calix into the passenger seat. He made sure Calix was settled and seatbelt was fastened, then got in himself and sped off. “Sh*t!” Harrison exclaimed when he felt the pain in his arm from the gunshot wound. “Once I’ve treated you, Calix, I’ll make sure I bring you straight to the ICU,” Harrison grumbled, his resentment still clear as day.

Scarface held a long stick, occasionally tapping it against his other hand, gently threatening. "A toll, but I don't have any." Fred shrugged his shoulders, raising his hands in a helpless gesture. "You see, I'm just a driver." After speaking, Fred even pulled out his wallet to show the scar. "Damn it, you dare to joke with me?" Scarface squinted his eyes, shouting. He wasn't a fool either. This car wasn't something an ordinary person could afford. Yet this man dared to mock him. Arthur, bored, opened his eyes wide and looked outside. It was so noisy!

"Right now would be the best timing." I frowned. "Grant, the sun is barely up. He’s not coming to this den." His gaze flickered to me for a second before drifting back to the road. "Unless my senses are failing me, I think your scent-tracking is off, little wolf." I wasn't sure how I’d missed the black vehicle pulling to the stone curb, a machine whose growl I knew as well as my own pulse. When Harrison slid out from the driver’s seat, appearing far more ravaged than he had a few hours ago, I knew I wasn't the only one who had been tearing at my own soul.

"You want to ask about these scars?" I pointed to the scar on my left side. "This was because Mr. Harrison punished me for saying your name in my sleep, so he removed one of my kidneys." I pointed to the scar on my chest. "This was because I was so hungry I couldn't stand it and secretly wrote your name on the wall. When Mr. Harrison found out, he removed my breast tissue." I pointed to the scar on my lower abdomen. "As for this one, it was because Mr. Harrison wanted me to understand my own lowliness, so he had the men at the academy rape me. When I accidentally got pregnant, he removed my uterus."

“You look like shit.” Grunting, I take his arm and my vision blurs with a steady constant ache from all the broken bones in my face. “Don’t I always?” I murmur, pinching the bridge of my broken nose and set it back in place without so much as a flinch. *********** Scarlett “Let me drive you home,” Riordan says as I fumble with my car keys, vision still tinged red.

His eyes looked at me lovingly, and I never imagined a time would come when he would gaze upon me with so much affection. I bowed my head a bit shyly, and he lifted my chin to look into my eyes. Closing the distance between us, he kissed me sweetly. "The doctor said you suffered a migraine, Scarlett, and he said you will be alright," he linked me, and I did not know if I should tell him of the voice in my head. Breaking the kiss, I looked at him to ask him a very important question that might help me figure out what was happening to me. "How did Tiger come to you?" I asked him and his eyes were black.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

I clenched my jaw as I spoke, breaking the nervous silence. "Ugly?" "No," he said, his voice lower and somewhat puzzled. "Familiar." That made me freeze. I dared to look at him. Not through my lashes. Not timid. I met his eyes. Those unnerving eyes. His expression didn't change, but something flickered—like memory brushing against the surface of recognition. He reached up slowly. I flinched, but he didn't stop. His fingers brushed my cheek—right over the scar. I stood there, doing my best to breathe.