Scarred Villains Novels & Stories

The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile. "Look, Ryan's willing to break your fingers for me." I woke up from the nightmare, still shaken, drenched in sweat. The truth was, not long after Ryan left that day, Miranda showed up. She mocked my brokenness, ridiculing me for thinking I could stand a chance. "Tsk, so pathetic," Miranda said, lowering her head. Her innocent, beautiful face was now twisted with malice. "Susan, look at you. Your hands are in ruins. How are you even going to perform tomorrow?"

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.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

They had me. "Let me… think about it for a night," I said, closing my eyes in despair. Back in my dark, damp attic room, I shakily opened my old laptop and searched for everything I could find on "Caspian Valerius." What I found made my blood run cold. I’d heard he was ruthless, but I never imagined the chilling titles and stories attached to his name. "The Butcher," "The Night King," "The Monster Who Put a Bullet in His Own Uncle's Head"... every label came with a bloody rumor.

Blood and twisted skin, and—No shackle scars, even with the wreckage. In this world, this place, he did not have scars, either. Another illusion, another spun dreamscape —he screamed again. Screamed at her ruined arm, the unscarred skin, screamed at the lingering echo of the severed mating bond. “Do you know what pains me most, Emma” His words were soft as a lover’s. “It’s that you believe I’m the villain in this.”

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

, Stacey said in a low tone, packing all the things that belonged to Scarlett. "Neither do I. But today's incident made me realize that no matter how good a person is. If he or she is different, then the people start taking him or her as a threat. And we don't have to go far to see the result of that. That rotten food is a live example of that. Some people are not born villains, but we made the villain and then cried for the HERO to save them. I don't want something similar to happen with Scar." "Hmm. Dory and Richard will take good care of Scar, right?"

“Look, who we have here, the whore to the walking beast, I'm sure if you can fuck that motherfucker of a man who calls himself Vicenzo, you will have no problem fucking dozens of men in here” “Do you know him?” she asked subconsciously. “Do I fucking know him, I made him the beast that he became, where do you think he got his famous scars from, he wanted to be the hero that saved the day and in the process, he got burnt” he said with an evil grin. “Bring her out, he ordered one of the men, who opened the gate, while the two others pointed their gun at me, “Get the fuck out,” the man said hitting her face with the edge of his gun which made Scarlett scream out in pain.