Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

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.

Carl has just left to pack the car when Ryan shows up and starts shooting. Fuck!

I said. Ray stared at me. “You keep saying that name,” I said. “Who is Rylan?” The room went completely still. “What?” he said. “You’ve said that name three times,” I said. “Who is he?” Ray straightened up slowly. He looked at Marcus. Marcus’s face gave him nothing. He looked back at me. “Rylan Stark,” he said. Slowly. Like he was testing each word. “Elara’s brother. The Vipers president.” He paused. “Your best friend.”

picked up her bag , she hurriedly left the estate , earlier on the she felt that something was off, with the way her uncle was speaking. In a private room, inside one of the most expensive Mexican restaurants in the country , Clara met Ryan drinking alone. She could tell he didn't touch any of the food in front of him , on seeing her walking towards him,he stood up and forced a small smile with his hands wide open, asking for a hug.

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.

"Damien used the chaos at Havenreach to vanish. Last ping was near the Corsican coast, and then... nothing. No signal. No trace." "He'll resurface," Grayson said grimly. "Men like him always do." "We can't wait for him to make the first move," Elena cut in. "He's been a step ahead this entire time. That changes now." Nyla leaned forward, tapping through encrypted files. "We recovered fragments from the lab Helix was built in. I’ve got partial data dumps. Some files reference Project ECLIPSE, and there's one name that keeps popping up: Marlow Creed."

Chapter 43 The silence in the living room was thick enough to choke on. Ryan was still on one knee on the marble floor his Head bowed down Shoulders shaking. Not crying. Just broken. Like a man who’d run out of words and pride in the same breath. Mrs Clara stood frozen near the Her eyes were fixed on Sandra, wet and red, filled with a fear she hadn’t felt since she was a child. Fear of being seen. Fear of being rejected. Fear that it was too late.

His nails were digging painfully on her pale flesh. Clearly it would leave a bruise. "If you think I'd still throw myself all over you, then you're damn wrong!" "Miguel." They spunned their head at the new voice. It was the unknown guy from before. “Counselor Alcantara called. He wants you,” he immediately filled in shortly. Miguel sent her one final menacing glare before harshly tugging her arms away. He quickly left without a word, passing through the other male.