Novel & Cerita Scab Scar Knight

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

His body is riddled with scars, like maps of a battlefield, hard fought and won. “P-please I mean no harm. I only want to go back to my room.” I say with as calm of a tone as I can muster. A man takes shape before me. Naked and crouched in front of me. Tattoos across his chest of wolves devouring each other, like demons in hell, devouring souls and sins. An ancient sword on his bicep dripping with blood. His family name proudly stamped on his abs. Keegan. My fear intensifies when his eyes meet mine. His hand reaches towards my face.

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

A scar-faced man, the leader of the gang, motioned to his friends and the thugs scattered out onto the road. The gang leader pulled out a gun and fired a shot up into the air. Bringing the horses to an abrupt halt, the coachman jumped out of his seat and raised his hands in surrender. Blanched with fear, he stuttered pleas for mercy as he backed away a few steps. Mouth twisted into a sneer, the scarred man turned his gun at the frightened man.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

“What are you citing an innocent little saint? We all saw the video and as the leader of the saints at pack Cathedral, I renounce your saintship.” “Video…” I staggered back. “WHat Video, Lyd? What….” “You ruined her life!” Knight suddenly punched a chin so powerful that he flew back into the room we came out from. Looking at Knight, he had changed. This wasn't the Knight in shiny armor who was the peace advocate between his brothers. This wasn't Knight who would never raise his voice since the two months I had been here. This was June, the monstrous wolf in Knight. Those eyes were not peaceful anymore, they looked hungry for blood. His short hair wasn't short anymore, it had grown long, that

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

Leon was standing still but his eyes are sharp and active, ready to shoot anything that moves. Agnes didn't dare. She didn't move and stood still while her pale face was illuminated by the moon's mocking light. She was disheveled, far from the gracious and precious image that she carried for almost 19 years. Her red hair was like a bird's nest with blades of green grasses and dirt on top of it. She has a small wound on her pale cheeks, corner of her right eye, and lips and they were bleeding. The red blood slid down slowly on her face, painting it red.

Lacy joins him, and you can tell from her fighting style she is her father's daughter. I hear a scream from behind me. I turn, and I see a scarred-faced elderly woman running toward me with a syringe in her hand. I grab her writs and snap it. Then I feel a burning stab in my back shoulder right in my Alpha mark. I look over my shoulder, and Nox is about to pull out the knife and stab me again. I toss the old woman to the ground and punch Nox square in the nose. He stumbles back, and his eyes are watering. It gives me a chance to pull the knife out of my back. As soon as the blade is out, I can feel it start to heal. Wolves heal quickly, but with my enhanced fae healing, this silver was nothi

I was sure this dumb arse wouldn't, no matter how many similarities he found between them. He looked taller, scarily muscular than the last time when I saw him above me, naked. I left him after that night, not wanting to hear him tell me what happened between us was a mistake. The blood, ashes, and bullet holes were nothing I hadn't seen before on him and in his body. I would have done something for him while pushing back my fear to tend his wounds, but I had to let go. He was never mine to hold back. Maddy asked him, "Hello, sir. Have we met before?"