Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

“Lily, we’re on the same team. How could you side with him?” “You sided with Alex too just now, didn’t you?” She chuckled. Olivia was speechless. … Mike was shocked as he stood still. As someone who was well-traveled, he thought he had seen everything. However, he did not know how to describe the face before him. Half-concealed by a black mask, his exposed face was covered with scars. It was hard to tell whether the scars resulted from burns or stab wounds, and even though half of them were covered by the mask, they still looked terrifying.

I knew that my story wasn’t an easy one to listen to, but I was also certain that he had probably seen and heard much worse. Oliver took my hand and squeezed it. I opened my eyes and tried my best to keep the tears at bay. “Scarlett... You should seek professional help... Because now that the first memories have unlocked, there may be more to come back to haunt you.” Oliver twisted his mouth. “I swear, if I'd known you'd been through things like that, I'd never have let you take out a contract like that!” He scowled Oliver hit the steering wheel with such force, I thought he would bend it. I was grateful that we were practically at a standstill, due to the slow moving traffic.

Not to sound like a creep but Olivia would love to watch her sleep for hours. Her fingers slowly traced the scars on her face. The scar under Dakota’s right eye and through her right eyebrow were still visibly there as it seemed like they would really never go away anymore. There was a horizontal scar on her left cheek though it was fading as it could disappear anytime soon, which made Olivia wonder where she got it from—well, it is common knowledge that the gang boss most likely got the scar from fights as a part of a gang but the blonde still wanted to know the specific details of the story behind it for some reason. The blonde then turned away to take her phone on the bedside table as she

The reflection staring back at me was that of a stranger - disfigured and unrecognisable. Tears welled up in my eyes as I traced the marks with trembling fingers. The wolfsbane had left its mark on me and will be a constant reminder of all the pain and suffering I have been through. Victor placed a comforting hand on my shoulder with the other he took the mirror from me. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I wish there was something I could do." I closed my eyes tight, taking a deep breath trying to control my emotions. "It's okay, Victor. I'll learn to live with these scars," I said, wiping away the tears on my cheeks. I had to be strong from now on, not for myself but for my children.

Had she managed to change his mind and choose her side instead in exchange for Devon and Diana’s safety? When he reached for her face, I was aghast at what he did next. There were gasps in the room when Dominic pulled the scarf from Olivia’s neck, exposing the mark of the Black Claw and the rotting wounds around it.

“The doctor says that you are weak and suffered trauma. You fainted because of the blow to your head. The two cuts on your arms have been bandaged. The doctor told you to stay out of the water and that you’ll recover soon.” Fred handed her the medicine. “This can remove the scar. You can apply it after the wound stops bleeding.” Olivia took it and smiled. “Why are you giving me this?” “Liv, you are a girl. Girls like to be pretty, so I’m sure you don’t want to have scars on your arm.” She did not care if she had scars. After all, one of her legs was already not working well. However, she did not want to think about that. She pursed her lips and asked, “How did you find us?”

It was filled with hers and Jonathan's pictures and videos. “I haven't been able to come here ever since I sent them all here,” she mumbled sadly. Olive looked at her sullen face and sighed. “Can I please use the computer?” she asked politely and Dolly nodded before handing over the computer to her. Olive looked over some pictures and finally found the one she was looking for which was a picture with his arms uncovered. She gulped painfully as she saw the tattoo right over the scar on his shoulder. She zoomed it and it was really the exact tattoo. A scar gotten from a silver knife and a tattoo of a knife over it.

“Evelyn, is this about the scars? Ian told us that he removed the stitches and—” “Oliver, please! For the love of God, get Alexander’s mask and bring it here!” I cried out. “Alright. I’ll be back.” Once more, I was left to my own bitter silence. The pit in my stomach grew to unimaginable proportions. I wasn’t entirely sure how my idea was going to be perceived but I wasn’t planning on leaving this room without something to cover up my scars. Not before long, Oliver returned. He gave a light knock on the door. “Evelyn, I have it. Can you open the door?”

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

Chapter Twenty-five It was big—Her eyes caught glimpse of one thing, despite the magnificent stride of the man he was, regardless of his well chiseled frame and toned biceps that clearly showed the beautiful work of a grounded routine, considering the beautiful motif of a scarlet butterfly on one of his breasts and the bandage around his abdomen—Olivia’s eyes caught one thing alone, it made her scream in terror.