Scarface Synopsis Novels & Stories

He halted in front of a diner and crossed the road to the other side. There would be an allewway there which led to a dead end. But he didn't know that his life was also on target. He stopped at the sight of three goons "Well, well. If it isn't the douchebag Franklin Walker," the man said, brandishing the bat in his hand. "Who are you?" Franklin asked. "I'm a chill guy," Scarface replied. "You all clearly don't know who you're messing with," Franklin said. "Why don't you tell us?"

Benedict heard her cry and turned around to see the scene unfolding. His blood ran cold, and without hesitation, he bolted toward the van. "Let him go!" Sabrina shouted, tears falling down her face as she stretched for her son. Benedict tackled Scarface, throwing a punch that sent the man backward. But the wiry man pushed Saben into the van and jumped in after him. The engine roared to life and sped away leaving Benedict and Sabrina behind, destroyed.

As he watched Alex walk away, Spark chided Scarface, “F*ck! Scarface, you scammer! I agreed to pay you so much money, and you’re trying to scam me? Didn’t you say you were the best fighter in Teal Street? How are you the best if you can’t even deal with a mere boy toy?” With a fractured shin, Scarface was just as angry. “How dare you f*cking scold me? You said he was a weakling! But he was strong and his movements were swift too. He could tear you into pieces with one arm! You know what? I, Scarface, wouldn’t just leave it this way. My big sister will be back in two days. We’ll deal with that brat then!” At the same time, Beatrice had arrived at the Assex mansion. She didn’t have any classes

Scarface and the crew could not peel their eyes away from the bombshell, each of them practically drooling. Scarface gave the pair a once-over, sensing no martial vibes. They were clearly not martial arts warriors. "My apologies, sir," the beauty cooed, turning on the charm for Scarface. "I heard some girls here rubbed you the wrong way. I'm here to make it right, and I hope you can be gracious." The woman gracefully accepted two glasses of red wine from the man and set one down on the coffee table near the man with the scarred face.

"Drop your weapons! Put your hands on your heads, and get down now!" The moment the cops showed up, Scarface and his crew froze in shock. They were totally clueless. They had no idea why the cops had crashed the party. A couple of the goons dropped their weapons with a loud clunk and scurried to the corner, their hands on their heads. They squatted against the wall. Scarface was the only one brave enough to fight back. Panicked, he bolted into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and yanked me to the window. He spat curses with his knife at my throat.

Scarface held a long stick, occasionally tapping it against his other hand, gently threatening. "A toll, but I don't have any." Fred shrugged his shoulders, raising his hands in a helpless gesture. "You see, I'm just a driver." After speaking, Fred even pulled out his wallet to show the scar. "Damn it, you dare to joke with me?" Scarface squinted his eyes, shouting. He wasn't a fool either. This car wasn't something an ordinary person could afford. Yet this man dared to mock him. Arthur, bored, opened his eyes wide and looked outside. It was so noisy!

However, his grin froze swiftly when he heard cracks from his fingers. Crack! Andrius’ punch broke Scarface’s fingers easily, then his forearm and his entire arm. All his bones were crushed by one punch. “Argggh!” The excruciating pain caused Scarface to sweat profusely. His expression distorted and the veins on his foreheads popped like worms wriggling under his skin. He looked terrifying. “That’s it?” Andrius scoffed and approached Scarface slowly. Scarface was drowned in fear. He lost the intention to fight and wanted to flee. He was so afraid that all he wanted to do was run away from the monster. In fact, he wished he had four legs to run faster.

"That's because you were drugged. That night you were drugged with something that fuc*** with your memory." "But...why? Why will anyone?" "That's for you to find out scar. But remember the truth is not what always look like." Her next words, making my mind go blank. "You were framed Scar." "And I hate to say this. But you and your little secret are not safe in this place." She says, looking at my belly and I fold my hands in front. Gulping. "How...how do you know all this?" And that's when she takes a long whiff of the cigarette and leans her head back on the wall.

Scarface is one of the executor if the organization he is fearless, tough and merciless when it comes to killing his victims being a victim himself of summary execution and survived the organization hired him as they realized that he is more of an asset than a liability to the group. " W... why are y....you here?" Diego stutter in fear. "Simple, I come to get you! dumbass!!!" Scarface said with the expression on his face that make everyone tremble with fear. "You won't get the money if you kill me." Diego tried to show toughness to evade the impending doom. "Ohh,,, you're so naive, didn't you know that its been recovered already? and your girlfriend's body is now being feasted by the fishes

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t