Sebastian Guy Battle Scars Novels & Stories

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

He had just removed his shirt. The muscles across his back were strong and defined. But that wasn’t what made my breath catch. Scars. Several thin scars ran across his shoulder and down his side. Not small ones. Old ones. Deep ones. The kind that didn’t come from accidents. Sebastian must have sensed me because he suddenly turned. Our eyes met. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then his expression hardened slightly. “You should knock.” “I did,” I said quietly. “You didn’t answer.”

The drive home is silent. Steve has been extra helpful, checking on me, buying me gifts and balloons, just so wholesome. “I have a question,” I say as he drives us home. “Ask away, baby.” Mom urges. “So, I think I must have been hallucinating before the fight because when Sebastian and Rowan were fighting, it was visceral and so scary. They hit each other hard, and there was blood everywhere. At the last minute, before I passed out, Seb was going to stab Rowan in the shoulder, well, he stabbed him. I remember it. There was more blood, and it was scary, but Rowan is fine. He has no scar, no cut, no evidence of the fight. He couldn’t have healed so fast, seeing as I have a scar from my tiny cu

Sebastian said turning to reply to Tristan but keeping his hands on my face, while my mind became engrossed with the terror of standing up and reliving all that happened to me at the hands of the Alpha. “This is something I need you to do also Bridget, we will need to photograph each scar that you hold to prove even further what Alpha Stephen had done. Now that I have placed my mark upon you, those scars will soon fade so this must be done with haste.” Sebastian’s even softer voice tells me knowing how even more terrified I was going to feel to show people my scars, where as like each person could tell, this brings even more fear to the surface.

Jack said sadly "That's alright, we'll help you" Stace said "Really you guys will do that" Jack asked "Sure it's no big deal, we would rather have you date Whitney than some random dochebag" Erick said with a smile "Aww thanks man" Jack said side hugging him "Just because we are in full support for your love to Whitney doesn't mean you can mess with her" Stace said sternly "No problemo ma'am I would never hurt Whitney, I love her too much to do that " Jack said

"You've had too much to drink, Tristan. Just go inside and rest for a while." "Who said we broke up? We were just having a fight!" Tristan refused to admit that we had broken up. Pointing at Leon, he shouted, "You, tell everyone. What's your relationship with Esther?" Leon turned to the crowd. "I'm Leon Russell, Esther's fiancé. Nice to meet you all." One of the classmates beside Mason quietly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Who is he? His name sounds kind of familiar." "Yeah, I think I've heard of him too," someone else chimed in.

Even if he’s leagues ahead of his own Alpha, Sebastian. Earlier, I’d thought Sebastian seemed like a decent guy when we talked, but after witnessing him grab Zahra, my opinion has taken a nosedive. Watching him fight just cements it—he’s weak, both as an Alpha and as a person. And when your Beta is a better fighter than you? That’s not exactly a glowing endorsement of leadership. He barely puts up any resistance against Justin from White Fang, who isn’t even the best fighter around. Justin dominates him with ease, and I can’t say I feel bad about it.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

"You're confusing quiet with inner strength, Natalie? It doesn't. It makes you pathetic and weak." Eddie's eyes flashed into hers, his voice cold as a coffin. "You just keep talking to her like that, and I swear to God, Victoria—" She interrupted him, her eyes blazing. "What? You'll hit me? Go ahead. Run it in the paper tomorrow — 'Natalie Hayes' gay best friend attacks her stepmother in family house.' That will just make it worse." Eddie's fists were balled. "You're a terrible woman." She smiled. "And you're her little protector. Loyal. Sympathetic. Reliable."