King Of Scars Series Novels & Stories

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

My eyes and hair are some of my insecurities, which I inherited from my trash father. My mom is so beautiful, she wears beautiful black hair and dark eyes, which Silas inherited. My mother and brother are both dead. It still stings inside my chest, but I was trying to forget all the painful memory this past few years but every time I tries, memories will flash in my head, repeatedly hunting me.

They gave their responsibility to him but he denied it, yet they didn't leave his side. They came to a small city surrounded by forest. They found a building and made it in their house and slowly those seven turned into thousands. He was no more the weak or dull Sebastian. He was now the leader of Scars. The biggest rogue group ever to exist. Just a little below than the packs but he was not far to make his kingdom. He wanted to achieve more with his brother Justin and wanted to show Theodore what he was capable of. He wasn't ashamed to call himself a royal even after being a rogue.

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

"Not from Isla. From me. What does the Lycan King actually want from a half-wolf florist from Creston with a complicated child and no political value whatsoever?" He was quiet for long enough that I turned to look at him. He was already looking at me. "You," he said simply. "That's the entirety of it. The bond isn't political and neither am I, not about this." He held my gaze. "I want the chance to prove that. Nothing more than that right now. Just the chance." The wall was cold under my palms. The morning was grey and quiet and somewhere inside the pack house my daughter was eating breakfast with Mira and probably conducting negotiations over the last piece of toast.

It holds me in so much of a trance that I reach out and trace the outlines of his face with my finger, wishing I could somehow will Vincent's schemes into existence from doing it. The wineglass beside me is half-empty, its contents sour on my tongue, and I find that the taste mirrors the churn in my gut. I'm thinking about power, about revenge, about the intricate web that Vincent has woven around Vieuti to wrap it around his finger-and how I'm going to cut every thread until it is all mine. Poetic justice. Yes, that's the word for it. Marcus's words echo in my mind: 'Vincent is the real king now. '

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

Scar meets Lani, a free spirited tattoo artist that was raised by Jaxon King - the President of The Wolves, when he is told that he is needed to go to his motorcycle clubs rivals territory to help fight a fight that involves both his motorcycle club, The Sons of Satan, and their rival, The Wolves. Scar was once a soldier but got called back from his service due to the death of his brother and father, he suffers from PTSD, anxiety and chronic depression. Kahlani Pierce, however, makes everything feel that little bit better, they fall in love and find a home in each other. When the antagonist of the story is found, both The Wolves and The Sons of Satan discover that his plan all along was to b