Novel & Cerita Ryan Clark Scar

“Why am I here? Have you—have you found something?” Clark said nothing at first. He simply studied me. Then, he leaned forward. “We spoke to Ryan,” he said. I tensed, just enough for him to notice. “Oh?” Clark tilted his head. “You seem nervous.” I shook my head quickly. “No, no, I— This is just all so overwhelming. I can’t believe Ryan could do something of that sort, i..., i...,I loved him.” My voice cracked on the last word, my lower lip trembling.

Clark's breath hitched. "That scar—" his voice was barely a whisper. "This scar. You've touched it countless times, haven't you?" I refastened my tunic and turned back to face him. "Every time we were in bed. Every time you said you loved me. Every time you held me." "Myrna—" "I was the one who saved you, Clark," my voice was terrifyingly calm. "I saved you with this scar that will never heal. And you gave the credit for my sacrifice to someone else."

I replied. "Is it true that you can protect others from vampire gifts?" Henry Clarkson, emperor of Clarkson Empire asked her. "Yes, sir. I only found out about that ability less than a week ago. To be more exact, I found out about that during the annual ball of Harlow," Rayne answered. "We would like to see that then," Jonathan commented. "Rayne, do you mind holding my hand?" I asked her and she gently grabbed it, "Mr. Davidson, I believe that you have the power of visual manipulation. Try to manipulate my vision while I'm holding her hand," I instructed him and he nodded.

"The ball is in your court. It still won't change the fact that I've scarred her for life. And neither you nor anyone else on this planet can undo what has been done." Adnan left him to bleed on the floor, taking his mother by the hand and pulling her out of the room. "Get your things," he said. "We're leaving." Her tears were silent. She'd thought that Yusuf would never again possess the power to make her cry. It was all she'd done during the early days of her marriage. But now, her tears weren't for her. She wept instead for what could have been. Her tears were those of remorse. She'd failed. As a mother and as a wife. To hear him say the things he'd said, something died inside of her that

Andrew just nodded and said, “Well, they are almost alike, but Mr. McKenna doesn't have the powers of Mr. Raines. Lord Raines had many followers in Westcoast Town and was highly respected. I also heard that the Clarksons don't get along with Mr. Raines. She might hate him but didn't dare do anything about it. According to reports circulating, there was one grudge in the past involving Mr. Clarkson and Mr. Raines. "Mr. Clarkson hates Mr. Raines?" asked Matthew curiously. "What's the real problem between them?" Andrew Young smiled and said, “I don't know; it seems it was because of a past grudge. Mr. Clarkson's only son, what kind? But because of that incident, his son, Dave Clarkson, had to h

"It's a lot, but does it seem like good quality?" "It smells ok," I said, happy to discuss anything else. "We should test it." "How?" Dylan said. He didn't know I was of Clan Clark, but Ryan did. I supposed I could tell him a little. "I'm from Clan Clark, a distant relation, shall we say. I could take the tea, and give some blood to Ryan, and see how my recovery is after, see how it makes him feel." Ryan was already shaking his head. "I don't like it."

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

I pick up the phone. "Yes?" "Mrs. Clark is here." "Alright, I'll inform Mr. Ryan. Give me a minute." I cover the phone with my hand. "Mrs. Clark is waiting." He takes a deep breath before looking up at the ceiling. "Alright, give me a few minutes, and I'll let you know when I'm ready." "Okay. How much time do you need?" Only after the words leave my mouth do I realize how inappropriate they sound, especially when I glance at the bulge in his pants. "No... that's not what I meant."

If Stephen was missing, Rylan would know. His car wasn’t there. Maybe he didn’t have class today. I sighed, disappointed. Just as I turned to leave, a red Lenovo pulled into the lot. Rylan stepped out, looking just as flawless as the car. His hair was braided into a top knot that framed his sculpted oval face and prominent cheekbones. His forest-green eyes landed on me, piercing through my resolve. My heart raced as he approached, but I forced myself to stand my ground. “Hi,” he said, his voice soft but firm.