Oliver Stark Scar Mga Nobela at Kwento

The woman at his back lets out a whimper as Connor asks me the stupid question. “You brought me back to my father, the last fuckin’ place I want to be; get me out of here.” I snarl at him while pulling the tubes and wires from the back of my hand and my chest; it's only when I pull the sticky pad off my left pec that I notice a scar I don’t recognise. It's a long scar that looks a few years old; it's well past the healing stages and if I didn’t know my own body, I don't think I'd even notice it.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

--- Five Years Later Olivia stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection. A faint scar still marked her forehead, but her eyes now burned with fierce determination. After years of therapy, her memories had slowly returned—memories of who she was, of the life she had lost... and the betrayal that had shattered her heart. She looked down at the small four-year-old child clutching her hand tightly. The child's innocent eyes gazed up at her, oblivious to the darkness they were about to face.

Zev’s POV The whip slices me open and a warm trickle of blood cuts a path down my half healed back. The shackles hold me tight to the large, hard wood pole. My arms don’t reach around the huge parameter of the tree so chains stretch the distance between my wrists. My nails have been ripped from my fingers, left behind in the wood where I claw at it in agony. Three days I have been held captive by the Alpha know as Scarface. His name an apt depiction of the huge, gnarly scar the runs the length of his face. Blind in one eye with the colour gone from his iris. A blank, sightless orb lies in his face like the moon in the dark night sky.

I said as I cleaned tears off my eyes. It's so funny, how I have cried since the beginning of today, and Uncle Luca had just been doing the opposite. "Oliver is fine. He would be arriving here tonight" I instantly smiled at the good news. "Excited much ain't you?" He teased "Oh please. So what happened that night, I was out with Oliver?" He was quiet for a while, and then a frown marred his face. "I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys."

“Yeah, okay. Can I get showered and changed first though? I’ve been in these clothes for days.” “Sure. I’ll wait.” Alaric moves to sit down, watching as Olivia walks upstairs. She enters her bedroom and takes out some clothes from a dark, wooden chest of drawers before walking to the bathroom with the pile, setting them on the counter by the sink. Turning on the shower, she undresses while she waits for the water to heat up. There’s a mirror above the sink which covers the wall in the little alcove, and as her eyes skim down her body she sees purple marks invading her hips. Her hand moves down, her finger slowly tracing the scars. That was where his nails had dug into her skin and been drawn

I keep thinking about it; I'm afraid it'll stop you from walking," Olivia said. Zayden watched Olivia and said, "I stabbed it myself, so I know the limits of not getting too badly hurt." "Come closer." As Olivia moved closer to Zayden, she gasped in surprise as Zayden pulled her gently to her feet and had Olivia sit on the same gurney as him. The man gently rubbed the large plaster on Olivia's neck. "I'm afraid the marks will be long gone," Zayden said. "It's okay; at least I didn't get a serious injury," Olivia said.

When the Boneseeker Man’s sharp crablike claw came in contact with Olivia’s uniform, it ripped the back of the armored uniform down to her waist, exposing her shoulder, her skull tattoo, and the cross straps on her light blue sports bra. By this time, Olivia felt scared to breathe. She had to protect Lukas, and she didn’t waste a second reaching for the sub-machine gun strapped to her back. Olivia aimed the machine gun at the monster. She watched as he struggled to squeeze his towering, hideous body through the steel door.

I drop the rifle so it hangs from my chest sling and take the stairs three at a time. I hit the basement floor at a run and kick a dead man’s legs out of my way so I can get to Oliver. I drop to my knees in front of the chair. Oliver is a wreck. His face is swollen, his lip split in several places. His perfect nose horribly askew. Blood is smeared across his jaw and dripping down his neck. The skin of his left wrist is torn, raw and bleeding. Four of his fingers are bent at sickening, unnatural angles. His bare feet are resting in a puddle of dirty water, and several of his toenails are gone.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.