Scarface Synopsis Novels & Stories

scar. "I got this that very same night everything happened from a rogue attack. There were at least eight of them. I almost died." "And why are you telling me? Am I supposed to care?" "I thought it was the goddess’s way of getting back at me…I-I thought I was being punished...but I think it was her way of leading me straight back to you.” His hand drifted to the wound on his neck, finger gentle gliding down the length of it. “It might not matter to you now, but I didn't finish the ceremony, I couldn't mark Katya or have her mark me…hell, I couldn’t even look at her.”

A man with a grimace strutted into the front yard. There was a huge scar on the left of his face, from his temple down to his chin. The scar looked like a giant centipede crawling on his face, making him look vicious and scary. His presence alone was terrifying. The man was the notorious Scarface of the Old District. Scarface had a cigarette hanging in his mouth, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the elderly couple who came out from the house. “Camry White, where is that little shit that broke Zenon’s arm?”

The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet. Before heading to the pizzeria nearby, we dropped by the neighbourhood cineplex to get our tickets. Then my jaw dropped. A man with cropped chestnut hair and a muscular demeanour strode about the exterior of the cineplex, flanked by two brunettes. The man in her dreams. Hanson. I staggered backwards, quickly helped up by Carla.

A horrifying scar on his face reached all the way down to his neck, which made him look much older and more experienced than he truly was. “I need you to get back into a race!” “That’s it?” “That’s it.” Jim handed Scarlett a cigarette and lit one up for himself. He took a deep breath, “Those stupid caps kept a strict eye on us. That’s why I need your help.” Scarlett held the cigarette between her slender fingers and smoked for a while. After a few minutes had passed, she stubbed it out and said, “I’ll do it. Are there any rules?” “Very simple. It’s just five laps. Whoever finishes first wins. That’s it.”

to stop you? Was he charmed?” he promised me with a laugh. "I don't know, Gio just really loves me that's why," I politely promised him. His face became serious and looked at me intently. “How many do you need? A billion? Ten billion? Name the price, just avoid my nephew," he promised me so I immediately laughed at him. His face was surprised so I laughed. How dramatic is this? "Why are you laughing? Is there something funny in what I said?” "I-I didn't think it was happening in real life. On T.V. I can only see this scene," I promised him with a laugh. “I'm not joking with you, Scarlet. How much do you want in exchange for avoiding Gio? You are not suitable, iha. Aren't you afraid that whe

If Jagger got his fangs on Scarlett. He was already unstoppable, imagining the unparalleled destruction at a grander scale, the human race would be done for. That's why he cannot let that happen. Not ever. "Huh?" His senses quickly spiked as soon as he picked up a rather pungent but familiar scent, it was located in the lake where Scarlett and her friends were. "Oh...oh shit." He immediately dropped his apron and bolted out of his house to the road with his super speed; leaving a strong breeze and dust behind.

She looked at Lance, knowing that he was a cold Mafia Boss, but also knowing that he had a sense of honor and a desire to make things right. As the mission came to a close, Lance invited Bella to his headquarters to celebrate their success. Bella was nervous as she walked into the building, surrounded by armed guards and the trappings of a powerful criminal organization. But as she was led to Lance's ofice, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and pride. They had done something good, something that would change the lives of the people of Little Italy for the better.

Marco My first instinct is to pull out my gun. As I cock the riffle for an aim, a voice cries, “Death trap” It sounds familiar. She's holding her hands out towards me, striken with fear. I catch the face now close-up. “I didn't mean to startle you,” she says, helping me with the bag at the trunk. “That should be my line. Stop creeping in corners,” I reply, “I didn't think you'll choose to stay after all these years.”

While the techy man actually had to turn away, coughing into his hand to hide a grin. "Did... did the nurse just tell the Boss he’d miss him?" Techy guy whispered to scarred man. "He’s either the bravest man I’ve ever met or he’s literally got a death wish," scarred man whispered back. "I’ve seen people killed for less than that smirk."

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."