Scarface Novels & Stories

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the d

The scar was one that HE made for me when I was twenty, pinning me to one of the chairs as he dug the knife in my hand, wanting me to tell him whether or not I knew where the compass was. I lied to him at the time, telling him that I wasn’t even the keeper, and if he wanted to know where it was, he had to ask his best mate, my father; thankfully, the replica had a hint of power, masking it; therefore, neither one of them knew that it wasn’t the real one. “it is time for you to end and your fucked up empire, Giovanni and Mattia D’Angelo”

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

"I had always dreamed of slapping that shitty face of yours." Agnes realized. She didn't only encounter and married a two-faced man, but she also made a friend and treated a two-faced girl like a sister. —

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

He just looked down at his shoes. "Look, I buy alcohol from here sometimes, mainly when the guys need some for a party." I looked at him, surprised. "And that works? No one IDs you?" He tucked his hands into his front pockets, shrugging helplessly. "I have my ways." I smiled, waiting for him to share those ways. "I go up to a register which looks like a cute girl is working at, flirt with her a little bit, get her number and then I magically have alcohol."

" Neil was shocked when he saw it. Then he quickly followed them. After a few minutes, Truden and Luis pursued the ruffian to a back alley. Then, dozens of men surrounded them. They looked like bad guys, and indeed, they were the accomplices of the yellow-haired ruffian. The group leader was in his thirties with a scar on his face. His nickname was Scarface. "Scarface." The yellow-haired ruffian ignored Truden and Luis. He passed the bag to Scarface. "I stole this from them just now. I touched it, and I felt there were real pearls inside." Scarface opened the bag an

"Simply thrilled." "Who is the lucky guy?" She asked, either not detecting the sarcasm in her tone or choosing to ignore it. "Ibrahim," Afrah said. "I've shown you his picture already, haven't I?" Maryam scrunched up her face. "Is he the short guy with massive sideburns and a crooked nose?" She asked. "Don't let Amina hear you describing him like that, or you'll be in for it," she laughed.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

Her body twisted, legs kicked, anything to make this harder for them. Then she saw him. Scarface. He was sitting across from her, watching with a smirk like she was some kind of amusing little show. His face was rough, marked with years of fights, but the most striking thing was the deep, jagged scar running down his cheek. “You see this?” He gestured lazily at the scar, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Wanna know how I got it? Bet you don’t. But I’ll tell you anyway.” He chuckled at his own words, like this was all some casual conversation over drinks instead of a full-blown kidnapping.