Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars Novels & Stories

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

I ask as I bring his hand closer to touch it and trail it on the scar. "It's from six years ago, the coronation. The guy sliced me with a knife. It left a scar. It never healed. I don't know what kind of knife it was." Harry explains, and my jaw drops as I continue to trace the long scar. "Now you know everything," Harry says in a whisper, and it's the first time I realise that I'm touching him intimately. I'm now sitting at my desk, and we're so close. "Now, I do," I say in the same voice as him.

Hazel stood in front of him with her arms crossed while feigning annoyance “We got permission from him, now let's ride in peace” Scar looked at her suspiciously “Sorry ma'am, but I don't quite believe you” Hazel scoffed hard “Are you serious right now? She removed her phone and showed him her call details Mark and the minutes they spoke. Scar scratched his head and apologized “I'm sorry ma'am, please hop on the back” He walked forward when he heard Hazel’s loud voice “Hey!!!! Scar stopped immediately and wondered what had gone wrong, “I can ride a bike and Mark told me to ride it so we don't need your help Mr Scar” her voice dripping with mockery.

💔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.

“We all carry our own scars, miss.” “I don’t want your pity, or anyone else’s. I just want you to understand that Diane and Liam are like these bruises—stains on my life that will soon fade away.” With a swift motion, Harry raised his hand, grabbing my neck tightly and shoving me back. My hips slammed against the wooden desk, my hands clutching his wrist, nails digging and scratching his skin as I struggled to break free. “Listen to me, girl. I don’t trust that woman or that little shit, Lilian, but I trust you even less.”

Oh, well… Not that the idea of her boss being attracted to her was a bad thing, because if she was to be honest with herself, she was a little bit attracted. Granted, his looks weren’t it but he wasn’t horrible to look at. In truth, his scars made him more formidable, more intriguing. It created an aura around him that matched the power that his voice eluded. “Jules, you can come back to earth now” Meg said to her friend who was still creating possible reasons and future possible scenarios that Meg did not want to think about.

He said that it's the least thing he can do, I told him that he doesn't need to worry about me anymore, but he's hard-headed as me. It's not hard at first, my only problem is, It's hard to conceal my appearance whenever I go out. I almost cut my long blonde hair if just Nate did not appear and scolded me for an hour, I planned to cut it short and dye it brown, but Nate bought me a wig and contact lenses instead to partially hide my real appearance.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile. "Look, Ryan's willing to break your fingers for me." I woke up from the nightmare, still shaken, drenched in sweat. The truth was, not long after Ryan left that day, Miranda showed up. She mocked my brokenness, ridiculing me for thinking I could stand a chance. "Tsk, so pathetic," Miranda said, lowering her head. Her innocent, beautiful face was now twisted with malice. "Susan, look at you. Your hands are in ruins. How are you even going to perform tomorrow?"