Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

She had been poisoned. Olivera knew it was still burning through her system. And how could that be if she had been healed properly? Where was the greatest healer her people had ever known? Surely, the latter would not have allowed poison to remain in her body, no matter what the risk to herself. She pulled her shirt from her body and stared down at the scars on her chest. Her kind is rarely scarred. The wound was over her heart, a jagged, ugly scar that spoke volumes. A killing blow.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Kyle fell on the ground with blood oozing from his throat. I looked at Skylar who was having trouble as our father had Scarlett's tail in his mouth. I went to them and slashed the muscles of his back legs. He roared loudly in pain and Scarlett pulled her tail away. He turned around to attack me but Scarlett's right paw went through his chest. His heart fell on the ground. I stood up and smashed his heart right in front of his eyes before his soul flew down to hell, where he belonged. We both shifted back into our human form.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

I wasn’t sure whether to approach Oakley now, but before I could decide, he spoke. “You can come out now, Aiden Moran. Hiding behind the curtains isn’t very discreet.” Heat and panic flashed through me. I was shocked that he found me hiding there. Knowing there was no other option, I cautiously stepped out of the shadows. Oakley was holding a candle, his sharp eyes studying me. He had a long, ugly scar on his left brow, just as Peter had described, but there were also smaller scars on his cheeks. He wasn’t exactly memorable otherwise, but those scars were impressive. He had been through something intense.

He reassured her, "Don't be afraid. You'll slowly fall in love with me, and even enjoy our sweet time together." To Mila, every touch from him felt like acid was being poured on her skin. She felt her whole body become corroded and rotten, accompanied by fear and intense burning pain. Her glistening eyes were filled with tears. Her tears silently streamed out from the corners of her eyes. When Oliver continued to undress her, he saw a faint scar on Mila's fair and delicate arm. He paused as he saw the faint scar. His fingers traced the scar gently. He asked, "Do you really not remember anything from before?"

, Anna heard a voice saying and she wondered who it was coming from. She heard a switch somewhere and the room was lit and she Gould see the faces. She did not need to be told who Scarface was as she could see it on his face. The scar on his face ran from his forehead down to his neck and she wondered who had left such a nasty mark. The rest of his face wasn't in good shape either. He had burns on his skin as if he had been in a fire. It was an ugly mess. His mouth was twisted to the side. She couldn't even bare looking at him, he sure looked scary.

I got home and opened the door, only to be met with a blow to the head. Evelyn screamed, swinging a stick at me. "Get out, you filthy tramp! We don't need you!" Blood trickled from my forehead into my eyes, stinging like acid. I raised my arm to block her. "Enough!" She stumbled, the stick clattering to the floor. Then, like a switch flipped, she collapsed into sobs, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sick. I didn't mean it."

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

” “Dark, mysterious, mafia man. Good goddess. Did he have scars?” Olivia traced one of her own scars on her face. Derek looked at me, confused. I hadn’t shared all that she went though the last few weeks. They knew something was wrong but only Scott and my parents knew exactly what. “He had a large scar here. And then his body had big scars on him, almost like mine. If anything, we looked like two peas in a pod.” She laughed. “I was his little sister through and through.” “You okay?” I turned my attention to Derek again.