Scar Book Novels & Stories

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.

And then turned away, leaving Kiara and Elle staring up at me as dumbfounded as I felt. I was still standing there looking at her as if she was going to pull up a trick, because come on, she was Alex’s girl and that crazy fûcker wouldn't fall for any normal girl. “I think instead of waiting for them, we should do something fun, yeah?” She announced, looking at the other girls. “But—” Kiara started but Scar cut her off as she said, “Oh, Kiara, remember you said you’ll show me the kids’ albums. Let’s go…” Grabbing her hand, Scarlett tugged her towards the stairs.

Jackson wiped the dust from the pizza base on his jeans and focused on the laptop. “Are there books about the Bloodmoon pack I can look into?” Scarlett asked, She was never one for technology, she preferred to do her research in old school, with a notepad, highlighters, and books. Mikael nodded his head and vamped back and forth with a stack of 14 books. “Damn! I will help you with that.” Sasha offered, Scarlett gave her a grateful look with big eyes.

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

Something definitely happened, but why can't she remember? During the break, Scarlett didn't have lunch with her friends. She had gone to attend the book reading with her group. It was the only place that kept her sane. It was the only place she could be her nerdy self. "I will do the reading, Mr. Park." Scarlett said as she stood up. She picked up the book that was on her desk and flipped it open. "Now. Let's all open chapter one." It was a book about Alice in Wonderland. Scarlett had questioned why they would read a kid's book, but this one was filled with adventures, so she didn't mind.

Yet, almost three textbooks have already been disposed of in the corner, insightful but useless to Z’s situation. One rainy night, she came across a tattered book in the pile of books she ought to read. It was the first book the librarian gave her but owing to its old look and almost ruined cover, she neglected it and decided to have a look at those with an eye-catching cover. Now that she looked at it again, she felt a certain spark of magic twinkling from it. She traced the pattern embossed on the cover, thinking that it would have been better to see it freshly printed. From the stains and dirt blurring the illustration of an eye pierced by an arrow, she’d seen the words, ‘Scars: Magic Unk

Sometimes our arms rub but its not the same. After ten minutes or so, Parker takes out a book. Hannah flips a few pages and shakes her head. “That’s a bit advanced for me. Even Scarlett’s books had really big words,” she says, closing it. I peer over to see what she’s got. “The Royal Guard of The Moon Goddess.”

he said. Scarlett looked at Viggo cynically and moved her lips, "Since when?" "Shut up and go along with it," Viggo whispered. "Is that so? Well, it's a small world... Oh, by the way," Karina said, then turned around and took something out of her bag. Karina turned back and handed Scarlett a novel written by Scarlett titled "The Underworld of Werewolves," which had just been written by Scarlett. "Can I ask for your autograph? I've been looking forward to this moment, so I always carry your novel with me wherever I go," Karina requested.

She glanced at me for a moment, and then looked back into the book. “What's the irony?” I asked. “You being the last of the White wolves, but still a hybrid of the demon wolves. It just doesn't make sense.” Scarlett shook her head. It was obviously stressing her out. “I'm sure we will figure it out.” I assured her, flipping the cake. “Maybe she meant to call me a hybrid of the White wolf and demon wolf.” “Maybe.” Scarlett shrugged, picking up the book again. She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense.

Scarlett giggles, and I shoot her a look. “I fail to see how this counts as romantic, Scar. It’s quite creepy, to say the least,” Carla groans, taking a sip of her margarita. “Come on, it is kind of romantic though. Like a movie-style possessive alpha male character. It’s kinda hot,” Scar defends, and I wriggle my nose in disagreement. “I’m yet to fully understand that document. Too many clauses for a contract marriage. I could use your lawyer brain here, Nancy,” I growl.