Scarred Book Characters Novels & Stories

He turned to Vivian, “I’m sorry.” She sniffed like she was in pain. I stood there confused. My fingers subconsciously brushed the scar hidden beneath my wet skirt, and my breath caught. The one that matched hers. We shared the same scar, why? Because the author decided to write similarities between two book characters or something else. But that wasn’t my concern at the moment… under the pool, that voice. That memory, it wasn’t mine, it was Arianna’s. The night she fell My chest felt tight.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

The girl repeated the words, “I have an important assignment. I forgot it. I am here to fetch it.” “Alright, take your time. I will be keeping some of the Shrimps for you. You can have them if you wish to.” Jessica said and joined her husband who just nodded and gestured her to continue with the meals. But he knew something was off with the girl. Scarlet took slow steps and entered the room. She started looking for the book. Her eyes turned dark. Black. Round pupils, pitch dark. Soon, she turned in the other direction and opened her cupboard where she used to keep all her notes. There was present a book; an old one, with a strange cover and a dagger, tucked over with some different golden pa

he asked, voice like ice cracking. I trembled. He was too close now, and I suddenly saw the boy I remembered. The cruel one. The one who bared his fangs in the basement. The one who made me cry. “You don’t remember it the way it happened, Scarlet? Do you not remeber my exhile? You think I was mad? Clearly you don't understand, I was enraged,” he growls, and I struggling to back up further. I knew he might still have some wounds.

Someone had left a book behind, with a brown bookmark stuck in between the pages. She picked up and glanced at the title. Barbarian, by an author named Bella. The cover of the book featured a winged creature with a beautiful woman. "That's a Wilding." Jordan said behind her. She looked at him in confusion. "What's that?" "A crossbreed offspring of a demon and a vampire." He explained. "Are they real?" "I have no idea. I've only heard of them in myths and legends." Scarlett looked down at the book again. For some strange reason, the winged man reminded her of Dylan. The same bone structure, facial features, perfect jawline and compelling eyes...

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Lucian’s POV Garland sat before us, visibly scarred and far from the arrogant man who had marched into our territory seeking chaos. The burns from Scarlett’s attack had seared his skin so deeply that even his wolf genes couldn’t fully heal him. His once-pristine appearance was marred, likely permanently. It was a testament to the ferocity of Scarlett’s power—a reminder of why she wasn’t someone to be underestimated. But whose fault was this, really? Garland had brought it on himself, walking into our territory, seeking trouble, and, worse, underestimating Scarlett. He had treated her as a weak and helpless Luna. That mistake had cost him dearly.

Whether she had finished her meal or not should have meant nothing to me. My gaze drifted to the books spread across her bed. Scarlett crossed the room without hesitation and knelt beside them, lifting one worn volume after another as she walked me through everything she had found. She pointed out the faded references, showing how the name Orrosta surfaced repeatedly across different records before the trail came to an abrupt end where entire pages had been torn away. There was a quiet eagerness in her voice as she pieced the evidence together, her attention fixed on the books before her rather than on me, as though she feared that looking away for even a moment might cause the answer to dis

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

She glanced at me for a moment, and then looked back into the book. “What's the irony?” I asked. “You being the last of the White wolves, but still a hybrid of the demon wolves. It just doesn't make sense.” Scarlett shook her head. It was obviously stressing her out. “I'm sure we will figure it out.” I assured her, flipping the cake. “Maybe she meant to call me a hybrid of the White wolf and demon wolf.” “Maybe.” Scarlett shrugged, picking up the book again. She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense.