Kakashi Scars Novels & Stories

Two sisters. Two unstoppable powers. One night that changes everything. Riya Valderama was once a princess of high society, but after her parents’ tragic deaths, she became a sacrificial lamb. To save her younger sister, Raya, she endured years of brutal abuse in a forced marriage to a monster. But on a rain-slicked midnight, the sisters finally break free, fleeing into a storm that nearly claims their lives. Their desperate escape is halted by a high-speed convoy of armored SUVs and gleaming Rolls Royces. Stepping out of the darkness are the Kim brothers: Leon, a cold-blooded CEO with a gaze of steel, and Jin, a high-ranking Military Commander haunted by a tragic past. Moved by the sight of Riya’s scars, Leon cancels a high-stakes raid, choosing instead to become their ultimate protector. Seeking sanctuary in the Kims' elite world, a desperate Raya visits Jin’s suite to offer the only thing she has left to repay their debt: her innocence. In a hypnotic night of raw, alcohol-fueled passion, a secret heir is conceived. But as Raya flees to hide her pregnancy, she discovers her long-term boyfriend has been a cheater all along. When he attempts to force her into a dark fate, the Kim dynasty rises to reclaim what is theirs. Between a jealous military rival, a vengeful ex-husband, and a blossoming double romance, the Valderama sisters must learn that the only thing more dangerous than their past is the possessive love of the men who rescued them.

A nurse, who has won a prestigious award for her career in the past, reveals a truth before passing away. "I don't have any regrets in this lifetime. The only thing I'm sorry about is the fact that I've helped switched babies for a woman ten years ago. "That woman came from a wealthy family, and yet she intended to show her child tough love. That's why she chose to swap her baby for the one belonging to a pair of beggars living in the slums. "I helped her conceal the entire incident. For that, I feel very sorry for that woman's biological child." At the moment, I'm sitting in a hut amid the rampant weeds. Scars criss-cross over every inch of my body. My gaze remains numb as I quietly apply medication to myself while listening to the news. Suddenly, someone knocks on the front door. When I open it, I see a wealthy-looking woman dressed in fancy clothes. "Ella, I'm here!" She pulls me into a hug, her eyes already red-rimmed. "From today onward, the tough-love parenting is over! Now, I'm going to take you home!" The old radio keeps emitting crackling noises as it repeats the nurse's final words. For a moment, I'm stunned. Then, I push the woman away and conceal my limping leg. My eyes are as hollow as the abyss. "You got the wrong person, ma'am."

“You’re just like a sister to me.” Those were the actual words that broke the camel’s back. Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other’s arms. I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn’t cross. He wasn’t just anyone, he was my brother’s best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting. But that night… we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real.... so I begged him to touch me. To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind. And he did. He held me like I was something fragile. Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe. Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could. So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain. Now, five years later, I’m back. Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold. And the man waiting for me at the airport isn’t my brother. It’s Tristan. And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker. An Alpha. And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

My wife has a severe sex addiction. But in the seven years we've been married, she never lets me touch her. To suppress her urges, she spends all day submerged in ice-cold water, and her arms are covered in needle marks. Several times, I try to initiate intimacy out of concern for her, but her reaction is terrifying. She even threatens to kill herself. "I told you, I only want a Platonic relationship in this lifetime. Can you stop being so selfish? If you insist on making me do that, I'd rather die!" she exclaims. She maintains this unusual obsession for seven years. Even after ending up in the hospital multiple times from suppressing her desires, she refuses to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a man comes in for a pre-check of his phalloplasty enlargement for the ninth time. After the anesthesia takes effect, he begins rambling incoherently. "Honey, I love you so much." Looking at the surgical scars, I shake my head, thinking this guy is really willing to go to extreme lengths for his wife. Then, I hear his final murmur. "Tasha, aren't I so much better compared to your useless husband?" My hand jerks, and I nearly drop the scalpel. It is because my wife's name is Tasha Snyder.

BLURB The first time I looked into Kael Draem’s eyes, I knew he wasn’t a man made for happy endings. He wasn’t crafted from kindness or tenderness. He was a wolf carved from scars and ink, a predator whose heart beat only for power. And yet. When his gaze pinned me in that crowded hall, when his voice claimed me as though the word mine had been written into his very bones, my entire world shifted. Every instinct told me to run. To fight. To hate him for the chains he wrapped around me. But wolves are not creatures of reason. We are bound by instinct, by bond, by a pull stronger than any vow. I told myself I despised him. That I would never bend, never surrender, never let his hands brand my skin with ownership. But then there were nights when the fire between us burned too bright to deny. When the anger blurred into something sharp and breathless. When his lips hovered just above mine, and I hated him so much that it felt like hunger. Kael was chaos. He was violence. He was the darkness I swore I would never crave. And yet every time he touched me, every time he whispered in that low, ruthless voice that I belonged to him, the fragile walls around my heart cracked a little more.

A young psychologist, Maria Reyes, fresh out of college, decides to take her first freelance case to build her résumé. Feeling bold and free on her graduation night, she let herself loose after getting charmed by an alluring mysterious man. One drink leads to another and another, and she finds herself drowning in passion in his bed. She reads him like a map and falls for his scars before she even asks for his name. But the morning brings the brutal truth, Darian Wolfe is her father's enemy, a ruthless businessman, an heir to the empire sworn to destroy her father's legacy. She vanishes before he wakes, unable to face what has been done. Weeks later after being able to set up her new office, the past begins to blur until her first patient walks through the door. It's him, Darian Wolfe. Her expression freezes when she sees him. He walks around her office uninvited. He takes a seat without a word. The silence between them is thick with everything unsaid. And then, he looks unblinking in her eyes. "I have a lot to... unpack, Dr Reyes," he says, with a dark smile. "Let's start with a woman I met two weeks ago at a bar," he says, pulling out a red panty from his pocket.

BLURB She came to survive. He was born to rule. Fate made them mates. And that’s where the nightmare began. Evangeline has spent her whole life on the edge, unwanted, unclaimed, and surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack. A omega by blood and an outcast by choice, she’s learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden. But when her dying uncle asks her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy, a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules..... she agrees. For him, not for herself. She expected whispers. Glares. Even cruelty. What she didn’t expect was Ronan Nightbane. The future Alpha. Cold. Untouchable. Worshipped. Feared. And the one the Moon Goddess bound her soul to. Being his mate should’ve meant protection. Belonging. Destiny. But Ronan wants none of it. He rejects her in front of the entire academy. Mocks her. Marks her as nothing more than a mistake. A threat. A girl born of nothing, who means even less. But Evangeline? She doesn’t break. Not for him. Not for anyone. Because the power buried inside her was never meant to be found. The truth behind her blood could burn the entire pack system to the ground. And Ronan, no matter how hard he fights it.... can’t stay away. Their bond is poisonous. Addictive. Dangerous. And when war creeps closer and secrets claw their way into the light, he’ll have to make a brutal choice: Reject her… or ruin them both.

Aaron, an FBI agent, pretended to be a driver to obtain evidence against Hilaire Clinton, accused of money laundering. He had planned everything except one thing: to fall under the spell of his daughter who would become an obsession for him. “Fuck me.” “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Each has his little hidden secrets, his regrets, his moments of panic, his desires, his wounded hearts and his broken souls. Many people come in and out of our lives, some leave us scars, regrets and others leave us good memories. We live in a world where sex reigns, love almost disappears, a world where it is better to imagine or invent a life, a world where lies have taken over but whatever we do the truth will always be there and will burst at an unexpected moment. Hilary Clinton had just blown out her eighteen candles when the idea of discovering the effects of sex crossed her mind, she fantasized about the new driver, the latter, being a secret agent, had integrated into the Clintons' house in order to obtain evidence against the daughter's father who will become an obsession for him. Lost between work and envy, Aaron could no longer back down unfortunately. “Fuck me.”She told him in a breath. “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Will he resist for a long time?

Latifa has given all she has got for love, and has taken it upon herself to create a favorable world ever since she lost her parent to a fatal aviation accident at a young age. she refuses to be sentimental but, she misses her mum so much, seeing herself fight a fight she may not be able to win Is dramatic. Latifa had wished for a simple life and that she could tell her mum what the other co-wife, her stepmom, and her ex-boyfriend did to her, and to show the scars she was given for being molested against her will. Her life has always been a chaotic one, as it happens over and over again, being so unfair, hard, inconsiderate just as if she was meant for the wrong side of existence. Latifa became a call girl and left her stepmother's tiny rough care to be alone and work to take care of herself. A few months later latifa came back to take revenge with another love trial on a man whose social strata were seemingly incompatible. a fun-loving filthy billionaire (Alastair), who presented an alluring deal she couldn't resist at first. Alastair who seemed to have enjoyed the first one-time experience, shortly, asked latifa to move in with him as part of the deal which she accepted but the uncertainty came unexpectedly, latifa see herself drowning in her deepest thoughts, yet another epic moment of her life. “Alastair, your uncle is familiar.......” I murmured..

Thanatos walks into the room, and my world stands still. He looks like a Greek god. I can’t catch my breath. He’s almost 7 feet tall. I need to run my fingers through his golden locks that touch his beautiful face. His dark gold eyes burn into my soul. His face is full of scars and draws me in. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His muscles are bulging out of his tux. He smells like a wood fire. Like he’s going to burn my entire world down. My jaw is on the floor. My wolf is howling in my head, begging me to reach out and touch him. He pulls out a chair and sits beside my father. My sisters and I sigh in unison. What I wouldn’t give to be his seat cushion. Traded like property. Marked as a breeder. Ayesha was never meant to survive the Lycan King. But inside her stirs something ancient Stella, a demon wolf bound by blood and rage. She doesn’t obey. She doesn’t kneel. And she certainly doesn’t care that the king wants Ayesha to carry his heir. Ayesha must walk a dangerous line between survival and surrender. Because losing control doesn’t just mean death it means