Scar Book Novels & Stories

She crumbled down to the floor, dead. Mariam screamed in horror and bent down to scoop Parvina in her arms, the tears flooded down her cheeks as she held Parvina's head close to her chest and she cried in pain. Saadiya fell to the floor on her knees, she looked at Parvina's face in shock and in horror, the tiny hole in the middle of her forehead pooled out blood. Her hands shook when she reached out to hold Parvina's hand. She didn't want to believe what just happened.

Scarlet said, before grabbing her bag, blowing Bianca a kiss and leaving the room. The vampire sighed, Scarlet was a really great friend, and she was right, both girls got along so well, even though both were totally different species. Smiling, Bianca sat at her desk. "Might as well do something useful," she mumbled before pulling a book out and flipping through to where she left it off.

Deep. The one that makes people call her ugly. Fools. Ugly was the last thing to name it. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.Yet the thought lingers. Someone tried to carve her. Someone tried to destroy her. Just like me. But she didn’t break. That scar is her crown. I wanted to know her story. What all she suffered? How she lived. I wanted to know every second of her life without meeting me. And suddenly, I don’t want to fuck her to breed her.

I remembered countless times when Miranda had taunted me, telling me how Ryan had locked me on the balcony to keep me from making it to the competition, how she had arranged for others to bully me, warning me to stay away from Ryan. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my hands, which were wrapped in bandages, I lifted them and hurled the bouquet Miranda had placed by my bed to the floor. Miranda jumped back, startled, letting out a terrified scream as she clung to Ryan. Ryan immediately erupted in fury, pointing at me, his voice full of rage. "Susan, you crazy woman! Miranda came here to check on you, to bring you flowers, and you repay her kindness by throwing her gift on the floor?!"

Scarlett thought for a moment and remembered that there was a Starbucks downstairs. Amanda responded to her command hurriedly, “Okay. You got it. I’ll be right back with your beverage.” “Thank you so much.” Scarlett smiled at her. Before leaving, Amanda walked to the bookshelf, picked a large pile of books, and put them in front of Scarlett. “In case you get bored, here are some books I picked up that are about motherhood. These two are picture books with vivid illustrations, and they’re quite easy to follow.” Scarlett put down the plate and picked up one book from the large pile. “Thank you, Amanda. You’re so sweet and considerate. I really appreciate it.”

“What have you found?” “Death, black magic. A little hints about the unbinding.” “What does it say?” Janeka said sitting beside her. “A scar determined who would be offered up to the unbinding. A scar in the palm.” “Can I have the book?” Janeka said waiting to see for herself. She took the book from Freya. “I'm guessing Eamon had that mark.” Freya's mood flipped a switch when she made mention of him. The man who loved her dearly. The thoughts of his early death wanted to take over her, but she began to breathe gently before she got herself back.

“Davin, I’m sorry, but what actually is the point of this? This isn’t helping us find Scarlett. This is just academic hoo-hah that’s better suited to a college than a damn werewolf pack.” He cleared his throat. “I was going to save this for last, but… well. Just look at this one,” he said, sliding a different book into my hands and opening it to the middle page. The paper didn’t match the rest of the book, and I couldn’t see where it attached to the spine, either. It wasn’t yellowed with age or made of scratchy, pulpy parchment, but when I tugged it (gently, feeling Davin’s eyes on me all the while) it felt stuck as surely as the rest of them.

she said warmly. “I do.” I had already torn out the packaging even before she had responded, and in all honesty, I really liked the gift. It was a bracelet, a pretty black little thing that would go with anything I decided to pair it with. “Thank you so much Sabrina. I love it.” “Of course, I was the one who got it, right?” Sabrina had a proud smile on her face. We relaxed at that moment for a couple more seconds before she added. “ So, any luck?”

This is obviously a full-blown emotional crisis. “Scarlett,” I say carefully, crouching beside her, “What happened?” She lifts her tear-streaked face and wails, “They took it!” I’m taken aback by her vehemence and wonder who’d be stupid enough to take something from Scarlett. “Who? And what did they take?” “My book! The one with all my drawings and the pack stories and the fancy leaf cover and the ribbon spine!” I’ve never seen or heard of this book before right now. “The... what now?”

Her hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail as she focused on the book. “You’re early,” she said, glancing up with a raised brow. “Didn’t expect you until later.” “I couldn’t wait,” I admitted, closing the door behind me and leaning against the counter. “You said you had something.” Scar tilted her head, her sharp green eyes studying me like she always did when she was trying to figure me out. “Rough night?” she asked casually, but there was a knowing edge to her tone. “Don’t do this please, Scar,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Just tell me what you found.”