Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍______ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 2✨ . 😎Reece😎 "Thank you, Marcia". I say as I led her to the door. "I would do anything for the Carter family and please let her have rest, she'll need it".

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

Clara said faintly, not finding even half of her interest in her face. Eye-catching colors reflected in the bottom of my eyes, I wonder how Ryan is now. Over time, he's also returned to pack. "Do you want to go back?" Clara asked. Before I could answer, Caser walked out. "Back to be killed one more time?" "Ryan will protect her." Clara glared at him. Caser smiled scornfully. "Protect? His father and son were never good people. Before, I remember your miserable appearance when you came here only to taste a blade of grass that saved his life. But now he's letting you be this frivolous. Is this protection?"

“You need to see it before you say anything.” “Why?” “Because I don’t want you accusing me of making things up.” Ryan stood slowly. “Clara, what exactly did you see?” Clara looked down at her phone. Then she looked back at him. “Bella and Marcus.” Ryan froze. For a second, neither of them spoke. Clara expected anger. She expected shock. Instead, Ryan looked almost frightened. That confused her. “You know Marcus, right?” she asked. Ryan swallowed. “Yes.” “Then you know why this matters.”

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

Therefore, he brought along the top combat power of his gang. "Clark, please explain to me what happened to my daughter," Harriett implored. Clark was the leader of Scarlet Star, and Harriett received him warmly. He even prepared a meal for him. Clark appeared to be around fifty years old, but his muscular physique was comparable to that of a young man's. Compared to the refined Harriett sitting opposite him, Clark seemed much more rugged and was even more imposing.

What I don’t like however, is the somewhat suspicious-sounding tone in his voice, as though he might be implying that Raul somehow has something to do with the dead human. “Alpha Raul and Alpha Scarlett are close friends and they confer with each other a lot about goings on in their respective packs, Detective. It’s not unusual to see Alpha Raul around these parts a couple times a month.” Scott jumps in, obviously getting the same impression that I was from Detective Doug and wanting to nip it in the bud before offending either myself or Raul.

Her soft voice asked. Ryan, still clasping her wrist, crushed the cigarette on the steel fence and threw it on the ground to turn and face her. His face glowed even in the dark night. The sun was yet to rise, but his face seemed even more dark as he said, “Never touch that scar.” He released her hands, leaning his back on the wall beside, he looked at her. “This scar reminds me of that day if anyone touches it.” The scar he mentioned looked like a huge stab wound, maybe done with a large, sharp object. Astonished at the scar, she wanted to ask before when they were busy on their bed, but she was pleasing every moment and the thought of asking fleet away.

His mother could have lied and the boy be there lover's son. - Do you really think so? So tell me, Alpha Raymond, - Mark continues to ask, very pissed - why did Scarlat spend all her life running away from that woman? Why is that woman, after fourteen years, still looking and killing Scarlet with her own hands? If her son was not the alpha's son, and Scarlet was no longer in that woman's way, why did she continue trying to kill Ryan until today? Why alpha Raymond? Can you tell me why? Raymond was so silent that they could almost hear wheels turning inside his head. He leans over and, putting his elbows on the table, hides his face in his hands.