Scar Book Novels & Stories

“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.

The old lady answered shaking her hand. "So what does a young lady like you is looking for? A Steamy hot romance book?" Wiggling her eyebrows, Marcia playfully asked. Scar blushed at her words. "I actually don't know what I'm looking for." "Why dear?" Scar just shrugged her shoulders a little. They talked a little more about random things when Marcia suddenly asked her, "Okay tell me, do you have a boyfriend?" The question was so unexpected that Scar was silent for a moment but maybe her mind wasn't cause it immediately went to a certain black haired man with bluish green eyes.

36 Scar Having decided that am going to Zion place I waited for him to finish his meeting which returned back and we both take the necessary things we will need at home for work when he moved back to pick his jacket and the door open which a woman walked in and I recognised her to be Zion mother

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.

Luca raised an eyebrow. “Was this your first time?” “I… no,” said Luca, placing the last of his armor onto his body. “Okay,” said Scarlett, as she went into the washroom. The man was a terrible liar. ∞∞∞ Scarlett had fun trying all the oils and creams next to the tub, even if she didn't know what they did. One became soap, and another was just a cream that smelled really good, so she applied that to her hair. She had never smelled like flowers before.