Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars Novels & Stories

She chuckled her lashes fanning her cheeks. I didn't say anything. "Is there something important you have to say Lisa? As you can see I'm getting ready." I styled my strawberry blonde hair in a simple low bun. Nothing extra. "I will really like to see how you will manage this. You're always so calm. Now I'll finally see something." She put on fake doe eyes as she clapped her hands together. "I am worried about you, though. I've heard the stories about Cassian. I heard he lives like an animal and has this horrid deformity on his face. I can't imagine waking up to that face every day." She shuddered.

"No one sees me like that, Scar... You are the princess and that's all they see. I am just the odd one, the weird one, the one that is quiet and shy, the one that no one wants to know. Like I said before, I am invisible. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten this party. It would have just been another day for everyone." "That's not true. Mother was going to do a party for you, anyway. I just suggested where to have it. Are Harmony and Molly excited about maybe meeting their mate tonight?" "Yes, they are, but I'm a little scared. I talked to Nix about it. He made me feel better, but what if I'm not good enough for him?" "Then he doesn't deserve you!" "Thank you, Scarlett! That is what

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

"This can't be happening to me, I'm rejecting the man who hasn't left my heart." "Wow... Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!" We startle at the sound of a distant voice that gets louder and louder, "I'm sorry, but your screams aren't helping much," he applauds and Harry desperately pulls up his pants, "Buddy, if I didn't like women, I'd tell you I love you, so we can be manly husbands." "What the fuck are you doing!" Harry gets upset after seeing Harper's bionic eyes looking at my body and at Harry's at the same time.

His breath stopped and so did his heart, both just dead in his chest. The woman standing there was nobody that Scars had ever laid eyes on before, but holy God, he knew her. He knew her on a cellular level. In his blood. In his bones. In his heart and in his cock. He’d dreamed about her and he’d waited for her. He’d been looking for her forever, and now here she was. Just waltzing on into Satan’s Bar. Dreams do come true, man. ****

“The f*ck? Are you guys seriously trying to silence me for good? D*mn it all!” “Hahaha… Apologies, Harry. On the bright side, your sacrifice here today will ensure that the Owens and the Longs will work together just fine. We’ll finally be able to take down the Crawford family! Also, while we’re at it, you should never have threatened Mr. Long in the first place! End him!” As soon as his sentence ended, Scorpion—whose hands were bandaged—began strangling Harry. “F-f*ck all of you!”

I wanted to leave this suffocating place. As the car sped off, I could still see the burning hatred in Caleb's expression through the rearview mirror. While I was looking out of the window, my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number with three pictures attached. The first was a golden bracelet engraved with Caleb and Selene's initials, CS. The second was a picture of a huge bouquet of 999 flowers, laid out on a hospital bed. The last picture was of Caleb passionately kissing Selene in the hospital bed.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

“The spark between us.” My chest got tight. “You’re imagining things.” His smile curved faintly, dangerous but patient. “Am I?” Harry stopped just a breath away from me. Close enough that I could see the faint scar across his jaw, like a story he wasn’t planning to tell me yet. Close enough that the scent of smoke and something darker stuck on him, making it impossible to think clearly. “Step back,” I whispered, pressing my hand forward, even though my voice betrayed me.