Scarred Book Characters Novels & Stories

Then he accompanied her to the hospital himself to get the wound cleaned up. She'd thought he was overreacting, but he'd just smiled and said, "Lyra, you're the most important woman in my life. I don't want any scars on you—except maybe from having our kids. Smooth skin looks best with beautiful clothes and jewelry." And now, with her face covered in blood, he'd brushed her off to take care of someone else. He once swore she'd never have to bear a scar, but he made her risk her life to donate bone marrow for another woman. Even marriage and kids—he'd planned all that with someone else behind her back.

Scar shrugged as if my plea amused him. “It’s not my habit to be merciful." He turned toward the door and walked out without looking back. Scar is a gangster, but Alexander is the Mafia King of Italy, Ireland, and Spain. The man had hands and connections all around the world. Scar stood no chance but he wouldn't listen. So I spat out the blood and prayed all this was over before it was time to pick the kids up. TBC Here's a sneak peek at my new book, currently ongoing in Good novel

She had long blonde hair and wore a pink dress with embroidered flowers. "This is a library! Not a combat arena!" she cried out, closing the book she had in her hands with a snap. She looked at Scarlett's swords and sneered at her. "Who do you think you are to barge in here, and-" "I'm a Karaina. Do you want me to set the whole place on fire?! Because I will if you keep shushing me," Scarlett said. When she began to walk towards the girl, Marcellus grabbed her by the arm. The girl's eyes widened when she saw Marcellus. Clearly, she wasn't aware of the friendly resident Hova in the castle.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

"How dare you scare me like that?" Agnes has her chin on his shoulder. Hearing him say those words, without knowing whether it was true or not, she bit her lips again and closed her eyes tightly. It's him. It's Leon. — CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Cold Dark Scary Place — In a dark, still and quiet room, a lone body of a female human was lying on the damp floor. On her forehead, there was a trail of blood that dried over time. Her face was pale, and if you can't see her chest going up and down, you would mistake her as dead.

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

Scarlet couldn't move her eyes from the book, the book seemed to have sorcery power, inciting her to get it. It should be okay to see, isn't that so? Because this book is somewhat special, scarlet hesitated for some time. After she struggled, she chomped her lip and got the book. She was going to open it. "what's going on with you?" As soon as scarlet opened the first page, she was startled by the sound from the entryway. "what!" She screamed and the book in her grasp tumbled to the ground. Jared's eyes followed the falling book, and he suddenly became nervous, his face hardened.

he asked. I nodded once. “Can I see it?” I blinked. “Why?” He shrugged. “Just curious. They claim it nearly killed you. I have never seen a person pace in circles like a cracked relic.” My fingers stiffened over the page. He chuckled at his joke. I shut the book and slowly rose to my feet. “You think the scar makes me a coward?” He tilted his head, considering. “No. Just... marked.” I smiled then. Not kindly.

I corrected, and let the scarf fall off my shoulder enough to remind him I know how to wear beauty and threat in the same line. The first three came dirty, which I expected, and quiet, which pleased me. Men who mouth off in the first ten minutes don’t know how to live through a second hour. Scar’s shift stuck in his hands—claws that wouldn’t fully retract so he kept cutting himself when he tried to button his jacket. Lina had an ear half-healed in a way that told me she’d ripped it in a chain-link fence and no one had taught her how to make the change slow enough to finish the repair. Hobb twitched when he heard the river, because defective wolves always think moving water is laughter when i

Scar continued. “...your weakness,” Scar grip my jaw tightened. “She isn't my weakness…,” Damien said, I looked towards Damien, he gave me a nod, his eyes softened. I will not let this bastard called Scar, see me scared. “Let go,” I said firmly, meeting Scar eyes. He smiled. “Why should?,” “If you don't, I will rip out your dick from your pelvis with my hand,” I spat. He laughs. “...that fire in your eyes reminds me of someone…let's say two people,” he said.