Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, Zara and her guard whom Vlad clearly remembers, a man whose name started with the letter K and his mind wanders to the very moment he first came to Dzhimara. His dark gaze and killer persona was intense and being a skillful knight he was ,Vlad never felt intimidated by anyone but him. Zara holds him in high regards and they share friendly time together. It was weird with the fact that he didn’t look friendly in the first place. It didn't take long for Vlad to find Garkar who was smoking in the alley. He jumped from where he stand the second Vlad pulled his neck and held his neck threateningly “You and me have a lot to talk about, lad.”

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.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Give me all the information you have about Scarlett *grins* Rylan folds his fist in anger wishing you appear in front and punch the hell out of him ....

Rancel's presence only added to her suspicion. Cinhard shifted uncomfortably, sensing the tension between his sister and his new acquaintance. "Clara, there's no need to be so suspicious," he interjected. "Rancel has been nothing but helpful to me." Clara, however, wasn't ready to let the matter drop. "Helpful, you say? I seem to recall a time when someone tried to kill me, and the description of that someone oddly matches her appearance." She stared directly at Rancel, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm sure that's just a coincidence, right?"

“My bus is coming soon so you’ll have to make it quick.” Ryan’s lip wobbled as he spoke. “I was jealous of Clara because Mom was always going on about how proud she was of her. I wanted her to feel proud of me instead. I sneaked into Clara’s bedroom and ripped up everything and I used her craft knife to tear up the things I couldn’t rip. Then she came home and I didn’t get in any trouble for it. I was happy about that and then the house was full of people a while later. Mom told me that Clara had died.”

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!"