Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

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.

Feeling the warmth of her uncle who wore a thick beard and large scar on the left side of his face, his eyes soften and he stoke her back. “There, there my love. There, there. I’m here.” His voice sounds rough and gritty. His eyebrow has slashes with blood splattered on certain area. His clothes were shredded and claw marks covers his arm. Soon after, a few more survivor step out from their hiding place and Eve gave a sigh of relief. She wasn’t alone after all.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

she says making me feel like the lowest scum in all existence. I lowered my head, gulping down my ego and fisting my hands. "For all you know he's just pretending to be a nice guy so you can sleep with him. He's a scoundrel, a womanizer and probably looking to date a rich girl to get his way through life. I've seen his kind before, and will not allow for him to use you." "You have Russell all wrong. He would never," "I thought the same of you. That you would never be as naive, but here we are." Craig bit on his thumbnail, crossing his hands over in entertainment.

I said, smiling at him and extending my hand out to shake his hand. His eyes turn dark for a mere second, and then his lip tugs slightly into a smirk. The big scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious, just as Ricky had told me. "Luna Dannelly. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for my lack of communication and for not responding to your invitation. I've been so busy. I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it, but, I just couldn't miss today. Alarick is a good friend and I just had to come and greet the old Rascal." he says, smiling. He delicately grabs my hand, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on my knuckles.

“I’ll bring you something to eat later. You’ll be cared for. But until you remember what it means to be a Scanthin , until you remember how Sara died . Until then you’re not going anywhere.” And with that, she stepped out, shutting the door behind her, and Scar heard the lock latch. In spite of herself, she ran up the stairs to grab the doorknob, already knowing it was useless. She fiddled helplessly with the stubborn knob, and pounded once on the door, before she collapsed to her knees and began to cry.