Novel & Cerita Scar Book

“They didn’t touch me.” I let out a breath. “Good.” Scarface chuckled. “Touch her? Please. I’m reckless, not suicidal.” I finally looked at him. “Then you’ve got about thirty seconds left to live.” He grinned. “Big talk for someone who walked in alone.” I held up the ledger. “You want this, right?” His eyes gleamed. “Toss it.” I did. But he never caught it. Because that was the cue. In the instant his eyes flicked toward the flying book, two things happened.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

With determination, he began downing the amber liquid, feeling something amiss within himself. Seeking answers, Scar made his way to the study, intent on uncovering more about the elusive Valor's Fort, where Len and himself would embark on their mission together. "Let's see," Scar muttered, taking another hearty gulp of whisky, wincing slightly at its fiery taste as it coursed through his veins. "Valor, Valor..." He repeated, scanning the shelves lined with books. Yet, despite his efforts, the sought-after information remained frustratingly elusive. "What, am I going through the right shelf?" Scar questioned aloud, skepticism creeping into his voice. Determined, he combed through the books o

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

Lucian’s POV Garland sat before us, visibly scarred and far from the arrogant man who had marched into our territory seeking chaos. The burns from Scarlett’s attack had seared his skin so deeply that even his wolf genes couldn’t fully heal him. His once-pristine appearance was marred, likely permanently. It was a testament to the ferocity of Scarlett’s power—a reminder of why she wasn’t someone to be underestimated. But whose fault was this, really? Garland had brought it on himself, walking into our territory, seeking trouble, and, worse, underestimating Scarlett. He had treated her as a weak and helpless Luna. That mistake had cost him dearly.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

Scar shrugged as if my plea amused him. “It’s not my habit to be merciful." He turned toward the door and walked out without looking back. Scar is a gangster, but Alexander is the Mafia King of Italy, Ireland, and Spain. The man had hands and connections all around the world. Scar stood no chance but he wouldn't listen. So I spat out the blood and prayed all this was over before it was time to pick the kids up. TBC Here's a sneak peek at my new book, currently ongoing in Good novel

Sophia said, trying to get a glimpse of her grandson, all she saw was his white hair like snow. "True!!" Caroline said, looking at the damage that those evil witches were doing. Hell, she had started absorbing their energy already. "Let’s tell them who is the boss here," Scarlett muttered, and she jumped in the air, reaching out in front of the witches and wizards. She killed all nine of them in one shot. "What the…" Ambrose looked at Scarlett in shock. He knew that Scarlett was the reincarnation of the first human whom Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not om Goddess Hecate had blessed with power, but not once had he thought that she was that strong.

“You. In a wedding dress. Walking toward me.” Their noses were practically touching. Sarah’s toes curled in her shoes. Was this really coming out of Zachary’s mouth? “You got all of that from Steven’s notebook?” He nodded without shame. “Every word.” Sarah stared at him, then gave a mock shiver. “So that’s the kind of stuff Scarlett likes, huh? I guess I won’t need any seasoning in my food for the next three days. That was way too much cheese.” “Alright…” Zachary looked genuinely disappointed.