Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

They were sizing Olive up, taking in her small frame before moving to me. Between the long sleeve blazer, pencil skirt, and stockings, just about every scar on my body was covered. The only one that remained, that even a heavy coating of foundation couldn’t cover, was the one slashed across my throat. More than once I tried to remember how I got that particular scar, but to no avail. These scars were one of the many missing puzzle pieces to my past. Killer, as I was beginning to refer to him, noticed the scar right away. His entire demeanor changed, becoming almost excited in a way, like he was happy to see someone as fucked up as him.

Part 62 || Rey is calm|| Oliver looked at the figure lying on the hospital bed, trying to contain his anger at this point. "What happened to you, Rey? Why did you become like this?" cried Oliver. Staring at Rey in the cast, the man's bones all shifted from their proper places. Rey's entire body was famously scratched, leaving only her face which was not scratched at all. Rey's eyes looked at Oliver, then at the figure who was sitting with a book turned over in his hands on the sofa. Sit quietly, like nothing happened.

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

Oliver started laughing loudly "I must have been blind. I treated you well because of your father, but after causing him such pain. I can't look at your face anymore. I will feel like I betrayed him every moment I look at your disgusting face. You don't know what he means to me! When I was kidnapped by rogues and rebel forces, the battle was so fierce that no one dared to cross into the enemy border to save me. Not even my father! But Beta Francis did! He broke through the enemy camp with much difficulty and saved me. His body was riddled with bullets and bruises from different weapons, yet he still smiled at me and protected me! Even when he spent a month at death's door because of me, he s

Blood dripped onto the floor, but he barely seemed to notice. His fist connected with my jaw, sending me staggering backward. I tasted blood but recovered quickly, lunging at him again. Ethan could have seriously injured me – we both knew it. But something made him pull his punches. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and I knew he remembered Olivia's plea years ago not to harm her only friend from the orphanage. "You don't deserve her," I spat, blood trickling from my split lip. I grabbed Olivia's arm, pulling up her sleeve to reveal the scarred skin beneath. The permanent marks that even enhanced werewolf healing couldn't erase completely.

She still has a ferocious scar on her back because she got a knife. From then on, he really regarded her as his sister. He searched all over the country for the best plastic surgeon, but there was no way to get rid of it. Such a little girl who loves beauty said to him with a proud face. That scar is her medal to protect herself. He hates the whole Oliver family, except her, except her. Zeev Oliver slapped the steering wheel with resentment, and there was anger in his heart. The door was opened and Lin Chu sat in.

Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

He was also wearing a napkin around his face like everyone out here but he radiated the energy of a leader. I gulped and stepped back when he walked towards me and bent down to my face level. His soaking hair was covering his eyes so he pushed them back with the help of his hand making my eyes go even wider when they landed on the scar on his right eye. The scar started from his eyebrow and ended on his upper cheek as if someone tried to damage his eye with a knife. A scar on the eye? The scar face. I was indeed right. He is their leader. "Where is that little boy?" He asked.

“Who did this to you?” Alexa held her hands and moved up her sleeve to her shoulders. Olivia's scars are visible to the extent of looking like a tattoo. Olivia noticed Alexa's reaction to her scar and quickly covered it up. She thought Alexa was disgusted by the scar and laughed awkwardly to clear the choking atmosphere. “This?...... It is normal. I have had this from childhood ” Olivia retrieved her arm back and hid it behind her back. Though half of the sentences were lies, most were true.

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.