Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

By the time he came back with a horrified-looking Oliver and a nervous-looking Preston, I was just ready to be done with the day. "What happened?" Oliver asked, reaching for the cut on my face. "Insulted Stick-Girl, got leveled," I summarized. "Brutal." "You should see her in the bedroom," I muttered under my breath. Grant laughed as we pushed through the front doors. "We're taking him to the pack clinic. We can't have the Alpha-heir walking around with a scarred-up face." "I'm an idiot," I whispered, wiping more blood on my sleeve. Oliver slung an arm over my shoulder in a rare show of affection. "We know. It’s part of your charm."

"Ray, I’m so scared. I’m afraid my face will be scarred forever, and that my broken bones will never heal properly. When will she stop tormenting me?" Raymond was furious. "How could she do this?" He recognized Olivia’s flaws, but if what she said about Lindsay was true, it was crossing the line. A girl’s appearance was so important to her livelihood, and with such a serious injury, Olivia would almost certainly be left with a scar, possibly even disfigurement. Tears streaming down her face, Olivia pleaded, "Ray, please, ask her to leave me alone. I’m in so much pain—my face, my forehead, my hands, my legs, everything hurts. I can’t take it anymore."

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

Or perhaps my mind was only playing tricks on me. I released a long, measured breath, forcing my racing heart to steady itself. “No, Mr. Sterling. I don't know him," I replied. “But…” I paused before adding quietly. “He looks so terrifying with that big scar on his face.” Alexander's hand froze halfway to his mouth, the glass of water suspended inches from his lips. “Big scar?” “Yes,” I continued, leaning forward slightly as the memory crystallized. “It cuts through his left eyebrow…” I unconsciously traced the path across my own face, “passed over his eye, and dragged all the way down to his cheekbone.”

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

She says with a huge genuine grin. She's a jolly, I get why Oliver likes her. He's yet to get a dining table so we occupy his leather sofa. Nimo has placed the food on the chest that acts as the table. I focus my eyes on the 7 pm news. "Cara, Oliver has told me so much about you." She breaks the silence and I turn to face her. There's a huge scar just above her left eye. She is average looking with voluminous curly hair, a round face adorned with a delicate nose and big puppy eyes.

That was when Elowen went very still. “What?” She didn't answer. “Elowen.” Her fingers hovered above a long surgical scar running beneath Ophelia's ribs. “This was reopened.” Ophelia began trembling. “How many times?” Elowen asked gently. Ophelia stared at the ceiling. “I stopped counting.” My stomach turned. Elowen's jaw tightened. She moved to Ophelia's neck. The silver scar wasn't a scar. It was a burn. “A suppression collar,” Elowen whispered.

I heard a familiar voice say, “This is Brandon’s wife. Kill her for me, and I’ll get you closer to Brandon.” I was struggling with all my might. My voice was muffled from my fear. When the cloth was taken off my eyes, I saw a thick syringe. Olivia was staring cynically at me. The other man who had a scar on his face, whom Olivia addressed as Scar, was holding the syringe and slapped me across my face. “Stay still!” I wanted to scare them. “Brandon will come and save me. Aren’t you worried about the consequences?” They only laughed at me.