Scar Book Novels & Stories

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

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.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

I brought back from my thoughts by Shannon sobbing again and saying something about Scarlett's favourite place! I squinted my eyes to see what omer has in his hands and I recognised the scarf which omer is clutching tightly in his hands and his eyes are blazing with fire and at this moment my worry for my princess's safety vanished because omer will be her superhero and I know he will protect my princess it's not like my Scarlett is weak or need someones' help but every princess need her prince and omer is her prince. The scarf which is in omer's hand is Scarlett's, it's a gift from Shannon when she leaves for New York. There are two initials SR which mean Scarlett Rose.

It was bitter to hear but it's the truth and Scar also couldn't deny this. "If you want to search, go ahead. But, I will suggest you leave before they come if you don't want to see by them." Carol said and Scar nodded. After Carol left, Scar once again looked around the whole study only to sigh. She even searched in Connor's drawer, but nothing came in hand. Watching the bookshelves, she walked to the corner one. It only consisted of a few books. They were all visible, so she left the books there, knowing there were no diaries.

"The whole going to a club or bar shit is so cliche and over used." The girls stay silent for a while. "I'll take that as a yes." Cara grins. _______ Getting up, I brush my hair off my face, as I pack my book and pen, I stuff my phone into my Pocket, and I catch people staring at me as I pack, I cringe, my scar really attracts people, I guess. "Hi." I hear, and I look to see a woman, a blonde attractive woman with prominent blue eyes, and a clear skin, unlike mine.

Chapter 31. Scar woke up early in the morning, she stretched and let out a small yawn. She sat up wondering how she got into bed because the last thing she remembered was sitting in Skye's car, she didn't remember anything after that. Her hand fell on her bedside table and she reached for her phone. Scar's phone immediately vibrated, and when she checked it she found a message from Skye. "Good morning Scar, I hope you selected well." it read as a smile crept up Scar's face.

“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.’

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

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