Scar Book Novels & Stories

"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.

And mrs cook was always happy to hand her a bowl of newly baked biscuits. Ann snacked on the biscuits while she enjoyed the scenery, the garden was the most peaceful place in the house other than the library. The sun was bright and fell lovingly on the flowers, making the scenery just as bright and colorful as a painting. She open her book, I mean Daphne book. Funny how Lord Richard had expected her to borrow and read his too. 'Lord Richard' she blushed at even the thought of his name.

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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Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

she said leaving with her friends swaying her ass as she walked I rolled my before opening my locker dumping my books in before joining my siblings at the cafeteria 🍔🍟Cafeteria: 🍔🍟 I ordered my food from the counter taking my tray, I eye searched for my siblings I soon spotted them at the far end of the cafeteria, I began walking to them "Hey guys"I said taking a seat "Hey,what took you so long"Stacey asked munching on her food "Sorry,I got delayed my Tara, she wanted me to back out of the contest" I said slapping off Jace hands from my chicken nuggets

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

I watched, horrified, as one bodyguard dumped the ashes onto the floor like they were nothing. My whole body shook with rage. All I wanted was to grab something sharp and end Ethan right there. Bella stepped forward, grinding her heel into the ashes. "Grace, on behalf of my hamster, thank you." Seeing her crush my grandma's ashes under her heel sent me over the edge. I let out a raw scream, "Get away, Bella!"

Scar listens without interrupting, her expression unreadable. “He brought me to his pack, and things went pretty badly.” For the next hour, I tell her everything, without filters: the betrayal of my soulmate, the mockery and later acceptance from the pack members, my meeting with Amelia and the betas’ mother, my reunion with my best friend, and the reason for my escape. I even tell her about Ophelia and the eerie resemblance between them,the same surprising outlook on life. Scar listens again and again, saying nothing, her face shifting through disgust, joy, horror, sadness, and finally relief.