Scarface Novelas e Histórias

The one holding Tracy had a scar running down his cheek, and his grip on her arm made her wince. “Look at this,” Scarface sneered, his eyes raking over me. “Another pretty little thing, wandering where she shouldn’t be. Today’s our lucky day, boys.” Tracy struggled against his hold, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of fear and defiance. “Aliyah, run! Get help!”

“No, I’m not stupid.” “That’s what I thought. Let me remind you who exactly you’re married to, in case you’ve forgotten.” He slams both palms on the table again but this time, I don’t flinch. I’m too angry, too annoyed to let anything he’s doing affect me. Tears sting the back of my eyes and I blink them back, pressing my lips into a thin line. “Adrian is the owner of the Ferraro incorporation and the youngest billionaire in the country. The only man—“

Are they all as incredible as she is? Oscar is called up to fight against the Royal Gamma, Jasper. This should be an easy win for Jasper—he’s one of the best fighters I’ve seen in camp. But Oscar doesn’t make it easy for him. The two exchange blows and grapple back and forth in a display of skill and endurance that has the crowd captivated. Just as the timer is about to hit the ten-minute mark and declare a draw, Jasper manages to get Oscar down, forcing him to submit in the final moments.

It made my skin crawl on itself, even if it was just in my head. "There will be no need for that, bring her to me," Marco ordered. I noticed the way that Mother obediently did as he said. It was as if she feared him. This made me wonder who exactly this Marco was. Could the rumors be true? That he was a killer and had his roots deep in the mafia world? We reached Marco and mother presented me before him. He smirked as he ran his eyes over me, almost undressing me with the way that he assessed me.

I started, but fumbled for lack of words. "Strip..." he ordered coldly. My heart stopped. "What?" "Don't let me repeat myself... you scarface bitch."

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

"I…" Before he could say more, Stanley raised his hand and slapped Scarface across the face with a resounding crack. Scarface staggered back, clutching his face, eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at Stanley. Stanley stood tall, his figure imposing as ever. He smirked slightly. "How dare you lay a hand on her!"

“Get Scarfaced. Now.” Twenty minutes later, Donatello Luigi Scarfaced entered the room with his usual heavy presence. His salt-and-pepper buzz cut was neat, and the jagged scar on his face seemed more pronounced in the morning light. He took one look at the bruise on my jaw and raised an eyebrow. “Rough night, boss?” I poured myself a strong black coffee and sat behind the desk. “Something like that.” Scarfaced lowered himself into the chair opposite me, his thick arms crossing over his chest. “The Naples deal fallout?”

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

(Am I clear? (Crystal.) I mutter between my teeth. (Good Girl.) He says and lets my chin go. (Can you at least tell me who you are and what do you want?) I say. (My name is Austin and as for what I want, well money of course.) He says and, smirk. (Okay Austin, if money is what you want then give me a phone and I’ll call my mate, he is an alpha and can pay you good as long as you do harm me or our pups.) I say trying to negotiate.