Live Action Lion King Scar Novels & Stories

Scar said simply and calm as Lila faced her. "You mean I should forget him!?" Lila asked. "That not actually what I mean, we work together but you just have to get rid of the feelings growing inside you!" Scar replied and Lila clamls her lips together holding back her tears. "Fine, I will!" Lila mumbled and a smile appeared on Scar's face. "I'll go get some milkshakes to cheer you up!" Scar stood up. "You don't need to, I don't have the appetite to take anything!" Lila declined.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

"Scar did the same thing to me." "Who the hell is Scar? I'm talking about our mate here." "Scar is his wolf dummy. Sheesh!" "Really, he named his wolf Scar? I just hope he doesn't name our children Mufasa and Simba." "Well there won't be any children if those males don't stop ditching us. When I was getting to know Scar, he turned cold all of a sudden, like a robot. It was almost like he was on default. He shut down completely and told me he had to go. Then he was gone, like I'd never had a conversation with him and just imagined him. It was strange."

"You may have prepared, but have you ever actually done it yourself?" Scarlett raised her chin defiantly. "I may be young, but I'm not inexperienced. I learned some stuff while I was in Europe." Without warning, Romero's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Scarlett's right hand, pulling her towards him until their lips were almost touching. Scarlett struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place.

She makes her statement in a confident and flirtatious manner, which just makes Jerk pleased. “Dress off, now,” he orders in a domineering manner. At his call, Scarlet whips off her dress, pulling it over her head and lays in her matching lace set. Jerk steps out of his jeans, hovering over her while he inspects her body as if he is checking an antique for defects.

Some screams came from the back followed by loud grunts, and I didn’t bother to look because I knew Scar had them all in control. “I got his minion sir.” He announced bringing forward a little guy who didn’t look to be more than 25. He had dirty blonde, bedroom hair with a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, and he looked as frail in the arms of Scar as he held him down by his neck. Turning to him, I nodded to Scar to release and after he did, he looked up to me with the most petrified look that I even felt like a monster. “What has the old man been up to?” I asked nodding back to Liam who was still suffering from the aftershocks of the pen, plus the heroine numbed him and made him heavy ever

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

Lani muttered a thank you as he left to change himself. Scar sat on his bed patiently after he had finished tying his boots up. His army pants and plain black tee made him look like the soldier he once was. The bathroom door opened softly as little Lani walked out in her black shorts, fishnet stockings, Scar's large, grey tee tucked into the black denim and her boots. Her hair was now brushed with soft waves falling down the sides of her face whilst her many piercings shined under the light. Her skin was radiant without any makeup, Scar wondered what urged her to wear it.

Afrah tried to laugh. "Well, he's not Idris Elba, neither is he Chris Hemsworth, but he's a close second." "How many times do I have to remind you that you don't have a shot with either of them? Both of them are major Hollywood actors, and one of them is an actual superhero." "I'll take my chances," she sighed dreamily as Afrah pulled over next to the restaurant. "Whatever," Afrah said. "Can you please go in there and get us a table? I need to make a phone call."