Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

Klara gulped but maintained a firm tone. "This can't be nothing. Let's have a look," Reagan stated, crouching beside the bed, waiting for Klara to undo the laces at the back of Reyana's dress. Klara reluctantly did, and even she didn't expect what she just saw. There was a strange scar on Reyana's back, not so far from the Crescent moon mark. And whatever this strange scar was, it glowed a bright shade of light for reasons they couldn't tell. "Heavens..." Reagan whispered when his gaze fell on the scar, "What in the seven seas is happening here?"

May supported Alexa. I mean I have mentioned it a couple of times, but I bet its nothing but just a coincidence. “OMG, guys come here fast” Clara suddenly said, and we went to her side. They were two cement coffins next to one another. The other one was empty. when my eyes landed on the second one I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Its me, or should I say that its Scarlet, “she died centuries ago, why does she still look the same? She isn’t bones and worms” David said.

At least then, it wouldn’t have ended like this. Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced through Cyrus and Richard's argument, breaking Clark's train of thought. "No, I don't want to go to the operating room! Let me go! You're all murderers!" A woman's frantic voice filled the room, and Clark's gaze turned icy. He recognized the voice—it was Rebecca, the woman who had caused Nyla's death. Hate flashed in Clark's eyes as he leaned on his crutch and headed outside. Cyrus was startled by Clark's sudden movement and quickly rushed to support him. "Clark, what are you doing? The doctor said you need to stay in bed for a month!"

“That boy… that little fool. I trusted him. He was supposed to handle it. Where the hell is he?!” “Lower your voice,” she said, shutting the door. “The staff can hear you.” “Let them hear!” Carlos turned to her, eyes wild. “Maybe they’ll help me find that bastard! He hasn’t picked my calls since last night. Nothing. Just vanished!” Ciara sighed. “You said his name is Raymond.” Carlos shook his head violently. “That’s the name he gave me. His real name is Clark. Clark Dawson.” Ciara’s eyes widened. “Clark Dawson? The same man involved in the Williams scandal years ago?”

“But Scar better hurry, or we’re leaving without him.” Meanwhile, back in the parking lot, Ryk stood by the van, his eyes looking around for any more clues, his hands were muddy from the swamp dirt. He slowly began to stand up, while whispering to himself. “Swamp mud,” he said, his eyes moving to Scar who was walking back into the bar. He tasted the mud again, now he was sure it was from the swamp forest, he slowly took out his phone, and began dialing numbers, One of the phones stopped ringing, he picked up the phone,

At least then, it wouldn’t have ended like this. Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced through Cyrus and Richard's argument, breaking Clark's train of thought. "No, I don't want to go to the operating room! Let me go! You're all murderers!" A woman's frantic voice filled the room, and Clark's gaze turned icy. He recognized the voice—it was Rebecca, the woman who had caused Nyla's death. Hate flashed in Clark's eyes as he leaned on his crutch and headed outside. Cyrus was startled by Clark's sudden movement and quickly rushed to support him. "Clark, what are you doing? The doctor said you need to stay in bed for a month!"

She squinted her eyes as her eyes burnt with the heavy smoke and looked down through the smoke to see three figures standing and opened her mouth to call Ralph. “Ralph....Ahh!!!” Author’s note : Hello cuties, What do you think will happen now? Why did Klara scream at the end? Please share your thoughts in REVIEWs tab and wait for the updates. Love you all…..

She nodded with a smile and after a few minutes, she hung up and walked back into the room with a satisfying smile plastered on her lips. YEARS LATER. Ryan's sudden involvement in drugs brought a devastating impact on the whole of Clyde's family. He was arrested and later thrown into rehab which brought great damage to Mark Clyde's reputation. Ryker married Vanessa, and they both lived together in the mansion alongside other members of the family. “Mark,” Sara called as they both sat on the rooftop one evening. “Hmm?” He mumbled without looking at her. “Isn't it time you write your will?” She asked.

Kellan retorted. Ryan nodded, breathing in. He stood up, and extended his hand to Scarlett. "Ryan Stewart." "I'm Scarlett." Scarlett replied as she took the young man's hand with that confused look still on her face. "Is there anything else you would like me to do for you, my King?" Ryan asked, turning back to look at the king. "No, Ryan. That will be all for now. You can drive back to town." Kellan replied. "Okay, boss. See you later, Ms." Few second later, Ryan was out of the house.

Name: Antonio Villaraigosa Occupation: Serial killer Age: 34 From: Mexico Let's stop there that's enough about me, so the real me is a serial killer, well I was a serial killer. I killed some people in the past and I was the leader of a gang mob. Long story cut short, I was arrested then sent to jail, then taken to a Rehab centre cause I had mental illness then I was released from jail and now I'm a free man. The problem is, ever since I was released from jail, I suddenly had this likeness for caramel skin women, it was like I was obsessed with caramel skinned women which is kinda weird. No Caramel skin ladies have crossed my sight that I dont date or have as a wife.