King Of Scars Novels & Stories

All kinds of unsolved puzzles were rolling around my mind, suddenly a reflection disturbed my eyes and I closed them with my hand, when I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a handsome man wearing a white loose dress, with a waistband, which was showing his V-shaped perfect trained figure, I glared into his deep brown eyes, which widened with surprise, All the other maids kneeled and the old lady bent in respect, "Long live the king" I understood, so he was the king, Xicheng, that rascal who tortured his wife to death, I gripped my dress with my fingers in anger, but what could I do, I will make it even hard to live here if I do anything. I was gritting my teeth in anger when the old lady elbowed m

💔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.

He would tell me that my body was perfect and that I didn't need to lose weight, and even if I did gain weight, Devin would still marry me anyway. Sitting at our dinner table back then, Devin had laughed along and said, "He's right, Princess Shirley. You'll be the only one I'll ever love, no matter what you look like." But I never changed. They were the ones who turned into unrecognizable, terrifying strangers, all because of Nicole's framing lies. Whenever Scott came downstairs, Nicole would intentionally throw herself down the steps, clutch her bleeding forehead, and sob, "Save me, Scott! Shirley wants to kick me out of the house!"

"I've spent two years scheduling your life, Julian. I’ve seen your tax returns. I’ve seen your charity donations. None of it... none of it matches this." ​Julian let out a dark, mirthless chuckle. He stepped back just an inch, enough for the moonlight to catch the jagged scar running along his jawline—a mark his expensive concealer usually hid with surgical precision. "You saw the man the world wants me to be. The man who plays by the rules because he owns the people who write them. But this?" He gestured with a tattooed hand toward the distant roar of the motorcycles still idling in the yard. "This is the man who makes sure the rules don't apply to him."

By the time he staggered out of the woods, his body was a road map of black-and-blue bruises and fresh cuts, and that long, jagged scar across his cheek marked the moment a blade—or a fang—found flesh. A long, jagged scar ran across his cheek, still faintly pink from healing, stretching from just below his eye down to his jawline. Raw and angry, it looked like an open wound that refused to fade, much like the sins of his past. What was once flawless skin adored by so many was now marred by the ugly truth of defeat. Even his scent, once commanding and sharp with dominance, had dulled to the bitter musk of regret and loss. He had the semblance of a dethroned king without his crown.

I said as I led her back into Kieran’s chambers. “Scar,” I called my lost loyal guard. “Yes my king,” the big black wolf with a scar on the left side of his face answered. “Call off the search if nothing is found in the next one hour, take Akira back to my private chambers. Ensure she gets enough rest and she eats. No one is allowed to meet her or talk to her without my permission.” I ordered. “Yes my king…” Scar replied. “Where to brother?” Keiran asked, getting up from the couch.

It was almost like she never existed in the first place. Cassian had barely slept. He was feeling her absence more than he cared to admit. Tony was starting to get really worried about him. He was hardly eating, and he snapped at every little thing. Even the maids were scared to go near him now. It was as if the famous scarred king had returned, and no one could be spared from his wrath. "S... Sir?" A timid-looking maid, Noelle, stammered as she opened Cassian's study door.

"Sorry, lady." She smiled before running off again with her fork in her hand. Instantly my eyes dropped to the back of my own hand where four tiny dots of scars rested in a horizontal line. Flashes of the king stabbing his own fork into my flesh shot through me and my heart rate quickened yet again. Could I really not do anything without being reminded of the king?

When Scar stops him. " Ah don't. Don't you remember what happened to the guards who last touched me?" They retreat their hands immediately. Realisation flooding in the eyes. King Hayden had seperated their hands from their very body. Their King was too possesive over this girl. " Umm we are sorry. Forgive us." Scar nods. Looking up to find other werewolf women looking at her with hate. She knows what they are thinking. Living with the king of Darkness. They think she has changed.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."