Ryan Clark Scar Novels & Stories

"Around four I guess." Xander nodded. He got a call so he excused himself. "So, Scarlett..." Ryan began. I looked at him telling him to continue. "That lipstick stain was not of any other woman. That was of my wife." _______________________________________________________________________________________

The hand that was holding my window frame unconsciously clenched. ‘My Mate! Kill him! I want to kill him!' Ryan also howled angrily. He wanted to go out and rip that guy to pieces. I also wish I could transform into a wolf and immediately jump down to bite that bastard's throat, but Clark ruined my thinking. “What's the matter, Sir? Why are you standing still?” Clark loudly called me. "Are you not OK?" Jack also said nervously.

There was a large white reception desk just inside the front door. “Good evening, we are here to see Amelia Clarke.” I always kept my distance one step back from Logan. “Ah, Mr. Carter. Of course. Miss Clarke has not arrived yet; however, we do have a room ready for her. Please follow me.” Logan smiled towards me and extended his hand to follow the officer on the desk. Taking a deep breath, I followed him to a door where he swiped a card for it to open. Looking over my shoulder, I checked constantly that Logan was one step behind me at every turn.

~Dawn I take a moment to absorb the information. Sinful. The only hint that Rylan is gone is his eyes. The depth of the, holding raw emotion that's too unfamiliar to grasp. Like two onyx stones, his eyes are on me, his gaze unrelenting. I've seen that smile before. That's the scary part. "Why?" I breathe, shifting to my feet so I could have some leverage with him. "Why are you doing this?"

James said leaping closer to them. “ Mr. Kliner...” Richard said, wondering how Ann knew the scumbag. “ Lord Arnold?... Whoa, Ann! You sure are one hardworking slut, I suppose I should give you credit as any man would love to fall for your charms” James drawled. “ I consider myself unfortunate to have caught sight of you twice today,” Richard said. “ I reckon we are mutual in that,” he said to Richard.

I hope that we can get by all the stuff that has happened, and she will not hold it against me for disappearing. Scarlett got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. I chucked on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I could hear small branches snapping outside. There must be a deer wandering around close again to the cabin as the branches snapping sounds like it is right outside my front door.

I met him at James’ Heir Ceremony. I reach out to shake their hands as well. “It is good to see you again, Gamma Marcus. Thank you for the warm welcome.” It looks like little Ryan also has something behind his back for me. He opens his hands and gives me two rocks. “Rose said you like pretty rocks. I found these for you.” I rub the rocks with my thumb, and I can see they are very pretty, “Thank you, Ryan. This one here is rose quartz, and the other is Fairburn Agate. I’ll clean them up, and you won’t believe how pretty they will be.”

i faced Ryan "do your job and don't make conclusions, send a rescue team to the area check if its true before making conclusions" Ryan looked remorseful "I didn't mean it that way sir" I was about to reply but Klara but in "its true Ryan don't make conclusions like that and Mr Carter you can't just tell my team what to do, train for six years, and become a sergeant then you can give orders" I gave her a face that screamed 'really'

The scar that ended Vivian Klein completely to leave a broken shell. The scar that is nothing but a painful memory now. . . . . The memory of a lost miracle.

"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