Scar Book Novels & Stories

What a beautiful scar indeed. THE END.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

“A scar cream? You? Since when are you so girly?” Tisto laughed. “You sound like a little princess.” Larkin turned bright red. “Shut up! Boss needs this, okay?! You guys don’t have any!” “I’m getting some too!” someone shouted, and half the boys took off running back to the other villas. Larkin chased them. “Yours won’t be better than mine!” In seconds, the room was half-empty. Briella rubbed her temples. ‘…Honestly, I don’t even scar easily. And I make scar cream.’

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

“Harper Elena.” She took a quick breath, her hands continuing to trace her name towards her score. Maths. Elena Harper. Grade- B. “Ohmygod I got a B!” She squealed. She looked around for anyone she knew so she could share her excitement. Even though she found none, she smiled. She hurriedly brought out her phone to text Luke. Elena: Lukeeee, I got a freaking B in mathssssss! She hesitated for a minute, finally deleting the message. She’d give him a little scare when she got back home.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

And I was thankful for that. SKYLAR'S POV:- I was sitting on my bed, chewing my nails nervously. It had been an hour since Adam left. I was not sure if she would be back or not. I frowned as I suddenly tasted something bitter in my mouth. "Looks like he came back empty handed." I heard Scarlett, my wolf excited voice. Yes, my wolf woke up the very day I was mated with Adam. She was very wild and wonderful. She had big brown fur and orange eyes. She was not as tall as Anika's wolf, but she was very beautiful. Her tail was long and furry. I really loved her.

I guess this is what he wanted—having me wrapped around his finger. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to pause. The apple stops halfway to my mouth, and I softly turn my head to see a girl, bearly looking at the age of 17 or 18. She cast a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. I tilt my head. “Hi, I'm Scar and before you ask, I am also a werewolf, and Vance is my adopted father.” I raise an eyebrow to her words. Well, that’s new. What else am I unfamiliar with? I snort and go back to biting into my apple. "It would have been nice to meet you, Scar, if the circumstances had been different."

Scar folds her arms and turns away, glaring out of the window when she is not even sure what she’s upset about, “I’m just worried about our deal.” Silco's lips curve up, and his eyes are light gentle, and caring, but right before Scar turns around to peek at him he looks away and hides that moment of his true self-- “Speaking of our deal,” Silco opens his suitcase at foot, pulling out a black invitation card with golden edges, “I bear a gift for you.” The curious new toy successfully made Scar put the little moment at the back of her mind, “What’s this? HA?” On the front are two gilded words: Heritage Auctions.