Harrison Ford Scar Novels & Stories

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

He had taken off his usual cold mask, and his eyes held a vulnerability and sadness I had never seen before. "Boss, still can't sleep?" Leo's voice came from inside. "The doctor said we can't increase the dosage of your medication. Any more will damage your nerves." "Leave," Caspian's voice was hoarse and tired. "Your mother… if she saw you like this, she would be heartbroken. The way old Mr. Valerius trapped her, forcing her to kill herself in front of you… It wasn't your fault. You don't have to punish yourself with this insomnia."

Ford's face grows into a mask of hate and extreme dislike. Ford yanks with all his strength on that hand. They all hear a dull pop and Ford flings the detached hand away from him. Brian screams as a result of the searing pain while Ford wipes away the splashes of blood away from his face. "Next time... Or should I say, in your next life, don't you ever lay your hand on whatever does not belong to you." Ford warns and steps away from him so the pooling blood by Brian's feet won't touch him.

"You can't protect your sister or your lover if you get scared of the gunshot. How can you catch a bullet for them if your feet don't move, sweetheart?" Rossie snapped, her forehead slowly creasing as if she had recognized him. Harry noticed that and the best way to get out of that situation is to act cool about it. "Does my scar bother you?" he cooly asked. Rossie looked away. It seemed to work. "I know the scars are horrifying but they are memories to keep. Consider it my medals." "No," she softly muttered. "They're not horrifying and I don't mind them. You just reminded me of someone."

he said, offering no other words, only asking that my family forget him. How could we? The heavy chains clanked as he was led away, head bowed. - Soon, I saw a ruined Harrison and Giselle, too. They looked even worse than in the video. Their faces were marred by scars, their limbs mangled, and they had only one eye between them. Their bodies were covered in burns and scald marks, grotesque and horrifying. They were scavenging through trash for food. When I stopped to look, recognition flickered in Harrison's eyes. He shuffled toward me, his expression unreadable, but was quickly blocked by my bodyguards.

As if he came off because of Jack Fuller, but not FOR Scar. Scar hits the gas and leaves the dim parking lot, can’t help but get the clear message from Johnny Vanderbilt— He doesn’t want to talk to her. All the better!