King Of Scars Novels & Stories

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

Scar shrugged as if my plea amused him. “It’s not my habit to be merciful." He turned toward the door and walked out without looking back. Scar is a gangster, but Alexander is the Mafia King of Italy, Ireland, and Spain. The man had hands and connections all around the world. Scar stood no chance but he wouldn't listen. So I spat out the blood and prayed all this was over before it was time to pick the kids up. TBC Here's a sneak peek at my new book, currently ongoing in Good novel

his fingers trail down my back. “ You did not want to bare the collar I made for you…so now you bare my scars…In fact , I am glad you did not wear the collar because the scars will stay with you for ever – you will forever be known as King Alexander’s…” I feel my self breaking down all over again. He leans in and places aa few kisses on my scars , leaving a slow aching burn on them. He steps away from me , leaving me to look at my pathetic crying figure in the mirror, I hear the door slam making it known that I am alone , and so I take this opportunity to scream in frustration and self pity. I do not stop screaming until my lungs are completely depleted of oxygen. I try to catch my breath ,

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

I take on an aggressive stance, readying to protect my unconscious males behind me. “The King would like to see you, don’t make me drag you to him.” The rebel with the scar sneers at me, looking down at my stomach. I would have jumped them by now but I can’t shift and I can’t endanger my babies, I need to play smart and I was intrigued to know who this self proclaimed king was. “King? There is only one King!” I spit out at him. He takes a menacing step towards me. I flinch slightly as his hand raises and touches my face. Brushing some of my deep black brown hair behind my ear.

Not with the pieces of my heart scattered at my feet. Jake Lawson has taken away everything: my child, my dignity, and my hope, and cast away like trash.

Yeah, Scars was a tough son-of-a-bitch, a dangerous man, a former one-percenter who’d done some pretty bad shit – and as an individual very much like that himself, King had eternal respect for him, and saw Scars’ decent heart under the club cut, under the ferocious scowl. Scars nodded back, gave his attention to Tessa as she spoke to him. Tessa was so bubbly and charming, and very few guys were immune to her sweetness. Sure enough, Scars suddenly smiled, and as always, the sight of something so open and warm in that badly-scarred face pierced King somehow, hit him in places and ways that surprised him. “King?” Jax had appeared out of nowhere, and now stood next to him. King jumped, surprised

“It’s fine. I’ve had these scars for a while. I’ll just… do as I usually would back in the Downfall Pack and lay low. You can find someone else to act as your beloved, instead.” I felt my wolf crying out in denial at the idea, and I didn’t care. To start with, I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to be away from everything. Be where I can be at peace. I am grateful for the king saving me, but I don’t want to have anything to do with him. In fact, he was better off without me. He has his harem, too; he could make one of them- namely Aileen- his new mate. I felt the grip on my arm tighten, though, as the Lycan King suddenly pulled me into his arms. “From what my friend told me, it should also he

“And yes, I’d prefer she didn’t get burned. Isn’t that normal when you care for someone? You don’t want them to be in pain. But if you’re asking whether the appearance of your scars bothers me, then I can easily say no.” I stared at the king, unsure of what to think or feel. Part of me wanted to believe him, but I was scared to. What if he turned around one day and said he hated how I looked? What would that do to me? “How old were you?” he inquired. “Those scars look quite old.” “I was ten.” “Shit,” he replied. “Then you couldn’t have gone through your first change yet.” I shook my head and turned away, swirling the liquid in my drink.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."