Mufasa X Scar Novels & Stories

“Not the two of you trying to tear each other apart and go full beast?” “Dad,” I groan. “We’re not beasts. We’re just two grown men who lost their way at some point.” I glance at Scar. He nods. We both smile. A soft sniff breaks the moment. We turn back..Mum is already crying. “I would be so happy if Scar could just… sleep here,” she says gently. “Even if it’s just once.” I look at him. He’s gone rigid, like the words hit something deep. Something raw.

Logan sits besides Scar and wraps an arm around both of us. "This isn't going to ruin your friendship," Logan says in a promising tone. "You two will always be there for each other, even if you are in different countries." "I hate being adults," Scar mutters which causes all of us to chuckle. We hug for a while but Scar falls asleep against my shoulder. Logan picks her up and moves her over to their bed. I go to the bathroom and change into a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt. When I go back out I wake Rose up and change her into pajamas. She falls right back asleep and I look over at Logan.

I leaned in, my voice low, trembling with fury. “Say my son’s name again,” I hissed, “and I swear I’ll make you regret ever growing teeth.” My glare alone could have burned her alive. “Mocking a child doesn’t make you strong. It makes you pathetic.” "Auntie, I didn't know showing you my wolf would upset you. Look, you hurt me too." He sniffed back tears, stretching out his hands where there was a scratch and I scoffed. He was crying? Saela rubbed a lot off him to be honest.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

I think I'll need to lay low for a while as I'm unsure of my fate at the moment With nothing left to do i left ,sad ,depressed, missirable and disappointed by master juju's words ,i headed for the stairs and claimed it slowly all the way up ,in deep thoughts over master juju's prophesy. I reached on top the tower scar was still there waiting for me ,so there was no need to summon him ,i patted his fire breathing jaws ,be could tell i was depressed ,we have a sort of connection scar and i, just like i do with my wolf ,scar has the ability to read my mind that's why we make a great team in battle.

He gestured to his sweater and pajama trousers. "Didn't you watch The Lion King? Of course, you didn't, you were probably taking piano lessons and learning German, Scar is a lion, he's King Mufasa's brother, and he is a cruel, cunning animal. A predator, if I do say so myself. He killed his brother and wanted to take over the jungle but luckily Simba, King Mufasa's son became the king." I watched his reaction to see if he would be pissed at the nickname but he wasn't. Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him.

The bite of the slap was still burning in their marrow — Samuel Blackwood slapping his own son in our presence. It had not been rage alone that silenced them. It was the knowledge of what they had witnessed: a chink in the armor of the man they followed. A chink that smelled of weakness. --- “Never thought I’d see it,” he muttered, Scarface, his scar pulling taut as he spat onto the concrete, but His voice was low, and in the cavernous space, even whispers traveled. “The boss bled. Like a whipped dog.” A few of the men were surprised. One, a tattooed, slouching smuggling thug, growled, "Watch your mouth."

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

He had slapped me, told me not to act spoiled, and reminded me of my responsibilities. Overcome with regret, he slapped himself. "I'm a monster." Evelyn stammered, "We didn't know." "That justifies taking her other kidney?" Rufus snapped. "Did you think she could survive without both?" Evelyn's face drained of color as she realized how close I'd come to death.