Scarface Synopsis Novels & Stories

Just for a moment, I pictured folding these socks into drawers, wrapping my baby in soft cotton, creating this world with him—just me and him. But that was shattered with one glance at him. Jake. He stood across the atrium, tall, careless, untouchably handsome. His arm draped around a brunette, who laughed loud and bright, her hand on his chest as if it belonged to her. My chest tightened. Jake's eyes brushed over me, just a flicker of a memory, then he looked away, tightening his hold on the girl and steering her away from me. He didn't even blink. Muffled laughter brought me back to the present. A group of girls from campus had been watching. One loudly whispered, "Look at her face. Pathet

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.

"I promise that this will be the last time. I'll definitely… I'll definitely compensate you handsomely in the future." He hurriedly led Rose away after he was done speaking. They slipped into a black car that was idling outside before rushing toward the hospital. Seconds before the car door closed, I saw Rose look back at me. Her eyes shone with a sinister glee. I lifted my hands and easily sliced through the bindings around my wrists. The movement was smooth, fluid, and had happened in the blink of an eye. Scarface approached me. His wicked expression had disappeared, replaced by one of admiration. He offered me a wet towel and asked, "Are we continuing the plan, boss?"

So, he mustered the residue courage that he had and said, “If you want 40%, you’d better just kill me now!” Scarface frowned and blurted, “Alright! Suit yourself!” Then, he produced a bright, sharp knife from his pocket. Everyone was horrified by the scene and the ladies even screamed in panic. Seeing that Scarface was slowly moving towards Douglas, Charlie blurted, “Put the knife down!” Scarface turned his head and cursed, exasperated, “Who the f*ck wants to die this time?”

Fool exclaimed and looked up in the direction of Scarface, his eyes wide like he is done for. Scarface emerged from his hiding place a smirk on his face. He pointed his gun straight at Fool's chest. " Any last words fool, " he mocked. Fool eyes narrowed in rage as his hands went up in surrender waiting for the final bullet to hit his chest. His eyes closed waiting and then he heard the click sound of an empty carriage and then he reacted before Scarface could comprehend the shit he was in he took out the penknife at his back pocket and flung it towards Scarface. The sound of his gun empty staggered Scarface and he quickly looked down to his gun shocked that he just ran out and his momentary

" 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 and saw dozens of pearls inside the bag. Each pearl was sharp and bright. However, Scarface had only been in Mid City his whole li

I knew he would not have any mercy on me because I was just nothing but a servant. "I said, look at me!" He roared. I flinched, and slowly I lifted my gaze to stare at his face. Tears started to well up in my eyes the moment I saw him smirk. "What an ugly Omega," he spat as he stared at the huge scar on my left cheek. "I'll punish you for listening in on our discussion, you useless creature!" My eyes widened in horror after hearing those words. My knees started to tremble and I feared I would pass out from extreme fear right there and then.

"She'll forgive me. She's just throwing a tantrum. Once I get rid of Sofia, once I spend the rest of my life making it up to her…" He was even imagining a future with Viola, raising the child in Sicily. Just then, a wave of mocking laughter came from the adjoining suite, shattering his fantasy. The voice was familiar. Too familiar. Gavin frowned. It was Sofia. Wasn't she supposed to be on bed rest? He put down his glass and, as if guided by fate, walked to the partially open door. Through the crack, he saw a scene that froze the blood in his veins. Sofia was sitting on the lap of a heavily tattooed man, her arms draped around his neck, laughing hysterically. The man was Viper, the underboss

The same attitude problem like his brother. As the punk raised his knife to strike, Scarface suddenly yelled, "Stop!" Then, he struggled to his feet, looked at the man with bloodshot eyes, and snarled, "Don't let him off easy. I want to take my time with hijm. I want him to suffer. Tie him up and take him to the bike!" Without hesitation, several thugs bound the man with chains and ropes, securing him to the motorcycle like a piece of cargo. Then, Scarface got a bit carried away and made the worst decision in his life.

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 dagger to mark Carra's face.