Mufasa X Scar Novels & Stories

NP: Start of something New by Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron Scar is a great roommate/friend. I never had a friend before so it is great. I never knew I miss a part of my life because I don't have any friends. Now I have three friends. Scar, Eric and Mark. We hang out together. At first they are awkward when they first met but then as time goes by its like we are all best friends. Due to Mark and Eric's prying I learned that Scar is in a relationship and her boyfriend is

He halts his movements as the beast creeps forward on his front paws towards me. "Eliza, it will kill you if I don't do something!" I ignore Cesar's requests as I cock my head while looking at the white beast. "Because he's not any wolf. It's Scar." Once I say his name, his ears perk up and his tail begins to wag. Mrudula had been training him for quite time a I was there with her to see him practicing But what completely blows my mind is how big he has gotten. I pet the young wolf's head as he comes submissively over to me, still wagging his tail. I suppose it's quite plausible for him to have grown this large in the time that I had been gone. Cesar sheathes his sword and walks over to the

"Who was your doctor in the asylum? I should cancel that doctor's license for giving you the wrong treatment." I rolled my eyes, my fear already vanishing, and pressed the tissue to my wound. Well, Lance was temporarily scary, but now, he seemed to be in his usual mood. But he still had a deadly aura—no wonder why he was a mafia leader. "If you don't want me to pay the money back, then do you want me to return that watch? Please no. Candy loved it so much." I pouted and took my chocolate shake in my hand after the bleeding stopped.

the guy threatened, whom I named Moustache. Since we arrived, they haven't bothered to conceal their identities. Either they were incredibly stupid, or they weren't planning on letting me out alive. The one guy had an angry face with a contrasting thick black moustache to his bald head. I named him Moustache. The other had a scar across the left side of his face. I called him Scar. He looked even more frightening than the one in The Lion King. Scar walked down to the window. The window was just one big open rectangle. The glass hadn't been installed yet. Scar looked down as he smiled at himself.

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.

They would chase one another through the underbrush, their figures weaving a tapestry of movement, and Aria, invigorated by their untamed spirit, reveled in the joy and freedom they embodied. In this delicate dance of friendship, she dedicated herself to learning their names and personalities. Akira, the strong gray male, radiated a protective nature, always vigilant, a quiet guardian watching over her. Luna, the sleek black female, was a bundle of playful energy, her exuberance often instigating wild chases, while Zephyr, a mischievous young gray male, was renowned for his daring escapades, darting off into the woods, exploring the boundaries of their territory with boundless curiosity.

She got shy and embarrassed when my eyes landed on her left cheek again where the huge scar was. There was a part of me that felt crushed as I looked at her scar. It was just like we were both the same. I had my own serious flaws. For one, the inability to control my wolf. Because of this, I had been mocked and insulted even if I was the King. They didn't appreciate my love for the entire Kingdom. All I wanted was love, but they wouldn't give it to me. And the useless Omega in front of me too. Both of us were...

In the neighboring room, Lorenzo was fast asleep, his hand clutching a small, stuffed Golden Retriever that looked remarkably like a younger Aegis. ​She returned to the master suite, where Emiliano was waiting. He wasn't looking at the shipping manifests. He was looking at a video clip he had saved on his phone—the moment Bianca had called the dog's name. ​"The foundation is changing, Amara," he said, pulling her into his arms. ​"It’s not just steel anymore, is it?" she asked. ​"No," he whispered, kissing her temple. "It’s skin, fur, and laughter. It’s the one thing I didn't know how to build. Thank you for bringing the light into the stone."

Without thinking, I asked, “Where did you get that?” He looked down, following my gaze. His fingers brushed the scar. “Training accident. A long time ago.” He paused. “Before… everything.” Before me. Before the bond. Before his world tilted off its axis. The moment felt too intimate. Too quiet. I stood up, the chair scraping on the floor. The sound was loud in the silent room. “You’re better,” I stated, my voice returning to its cool, professional tone. The mediator. The stranger. “The susceptible period has passed?”

I screamed as the head of the marble sculpture smashed into pieces. I ducked as the second bullet crushed the sculpture's torso. I hissed in pain and saw a deep wound on my arm. It wasn't from a bullet, but it looked like one of the stone pieces was sharp enough to cut my skin. “This is a murder!” Elias yelled, drawing Aldo's attention to him. “That it is,” Aldo purred before sending a bullet through Elias's head.