Harry Potter Book Scar Novels & Stories

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Please Scar give me a chance, one last one. Scar hadn't noticed when her eyes got early or when she began crying, she could feel the pain and desperation in that letter, or maybe she was just imagining it, either way, her heart bled, she placed the letter on her nightstand then something compiled her to check the envelope for anything else and she found a necklace with pendant, it was half of a heart.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

, 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.

Stace asked referring to the cut on my lips The answer to those questions bursted through the doors to the cafeteria and marched towards our table. It was Harry, his face was wrapped with bandages, so was his hands with a few bruises on his legs. Hmmm Jack did a great job reconstructing his face. "You" he yelled pointing at me attracting the attention of the other students in the cafeteria "You think you've won right? You think because this punk that follows you around beat me up that I'm gonna run scared huh? Here's a news flash for you I'm not yet done with you yet, I'm gonna make you regret what you did to me, you'll pay for ruining my face....

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

scar gets back in flight as we keep flying around in circles ,around the pack house trying to pick up Rosa's sent ,i held my scorpion mace in my right hand slicing through and killing every single enemy in sight ,the whole pack was so thrown into to chaos ,with everyone running around for their lives ,this time i tried my best not to harm the defenceless ones of the pack just the warriors and guards who tried to stop me from reaching their alpha ,i had scar sex the all ablaze ,i pick up Rosa's scent by its a bit faint . I pick up Rosa's scent but it appear to be a little faint ,it leads me to the end of the pack ,a little into the woods , i get down from scar and walk forward for a clos

Worth it, I tell myself, even as another coughing fit doubles me over. Worth it for what I learned. When I can finally breathe again, I wipe the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. My fingers come away crimson. I’m not repentant. Not even close. Now I know that the necromancer has a scar on his inner wrist. An old burn, distinctive and ugly. It’s a start. I push myself upright, using the tree for support. The wolves are still watching me, their eyes glowing in the dappled sunlight. They saw what I did. They know what it cost me.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

“You did.” “And the Book?” He shook his head. “Gone.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. The wound where she’d cut herself had healed… but not cleanly. The skin had scarred in a spiral, dark and perfect, etched into her palm like ink burned beneath flesh. The same spiral Mara had worn. The same spiral that had filled the Book’s pages. “I feel different,” she whispered. Tristan’s hand hovered, almost touching hers, then pulled back. “You are.”