Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

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

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.

Clark looks at me like I'm some kind of insane women. "Of course I did, I heard some rumor that Rain is a girl," He proudly said. Ronaldo looks at me with a mischievous smirk on his face, this old man is gonna get it later. Or maybe not because his old, I don't want to broke his bones now do I? "Well, you're not wrong, boy with pineapple haircut," I said and I smirked at him. Clark looks at me with a disapproving look and I smiled at him.

He seems to be thinking about something, and Clyde notched it. He noticed that Ryder was in a pensive mood, which was strange. “Ryder, What did you see?” His question was direct, his eyes were cold with no smile on his face, he was looking intimidating. “It's just, I saw this lady, there was something about her, the scent I got from her was just familiar, She had brown hair, brown eyes, her white skin, she is like average in height with I think a barely noticeable birthmark on her face, I don't know, but there was something about her” He said to Clyde, Clyde immediately pictured Kiara “could it be?” He mumbled, but he immediately shook his head. “She wound not be in this pack, she would be p

Was this one of the tragedies that Elsa envisaged? "I didn't do it, Lucian, please," Scarlett said, weeping while I washed her body. Her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red. This was the first time I would see her truly cry. I held her under the shower. Maxwell and Clay came to hold her too. We tried to console her even though our hearts were heavy too. I could feel her pain, and I was scared of what would happen next.

"But we can only find out once I answer whoever that is on the other end of the line." "I am completely waiting," Savannah said. Clark exhaled as he reached out for his phone and pressed the answer button. "How can I help you?" The person on the other end of line had a thin Mexican accent that Clark had not heard anywhere. "Pay attention, Mr. Clark,” he said. "My name is Carlos and I am a member of the brotherhood who wants to see you dead. It is you that needs help not me."

What the fuck was my role in all of this? “That day in your car, you said you’re after Maverick, not me. Why are you after him?” Ryan sighed, looking down at his feet. “Nah, I just said that to draw your attention. I’m not after him. Not anymore, anyway.” He paused, raising his eyes to meet mine. “I thought he killed my sister, but… surprise! She’s still alive.” He let out a bitter laugh. Something pulled at my chest. “But that doesn’t mean I’m done with the Sinclairs. They ruin people’s lives and will stop at nothing to make sure no one crosses them. You’ve seen first hand what Quentin Sinclair can do.”

Skylar said when he thought of how pathetic he was spying on Diana. " What should I do with the picture " Clark asked when they got into the car. " Send them to me and delete it from your device" " Yes sir " Clark said before starting the engine and heading home. Today was the weekend but Skylar was sure he wasn't getting any rest. He has to distract him self from these stupid feelings that are messing him up. ... " Who are you talking to? " The phone from Kate's hand slipped as she head Sylvester's voice.