Sebastian Guy Battle Scars Novels & Stories

He is only wearing a pair of trousers; his shirtless chest is well-sculpted, and Kayola unconsciously swallows her spittle. Her gaze slowly moves from him to the other persons surrounding him, clearly soldiers, judging from their stance. Then she sees him. Standing on one leg, and being supported by crutches, Sebastian is behind the leader, and he is as nervous as they come. Tears flood her eyes as realization hits her rudely. Sebastian had sold the Conscientious Pack out to the Rogues. But why would he do that? Is it because she had mutilated him? Why did he try to rape her? Is that why he caused her so much pain?

The boat was roughly rocking side to side, a screeching beyond our room we seemed to have missed. "Oh fuck!" Sebastian jumped to action. He flew the door open and ran up the stairs completely naked and it had my ovaries ready to burst. He was so sexy! I quickly threw Gabe's shirt on and ran after him. I knew something was happening, something bad, but my eyes were glued to Sebastian's tight, toned ass. He jumped right beside Gabe, spear in hand as they battle some snake like sea serpent. I watched them in complete awe. "Please tell me we are keeping them both?" Scarlet flashed in my mind and I bit my lip.

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.

She didn't back down, but instead rolled up her sleeves. In an instant, grotesque scars on her arm caught my eye. I recognized them immediately. The scars formed my name—Sebastian Walker. "Sebastian, I know I've wronged you. But after you left, I suffered too. Every night, I couldn't stop thinking about you as I stared at the empty room. And every time I thought of you, I carved your name into my arm."

Sebastian sounds frustrated. He stares at Killian's perfect naked body, and whispers. “I don’t have a perfect body, I have got scars. It’s ugly. And I know you've seen it. But I don't want you to see it again." Sebastian bites his lips so that he doesn't break down into tears.

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?

Eros I opened my eyes and saw blood on my hands. The blood was all over my body. I looked everywhere and saw glass shards, smoke and people looking at me with shock evident on their faces, some even had worry. I looked at myself through one of the shattered glass and screamed out of shock. It was not me. Blood and wounds all over my face. My beauty….it's gone.

'Cause it's a part of you that will make you strong Embrace your flaws " I watched every movement of his lips, every strum of his fingers on the guitar and the slight turning of his head every time he looked at people. Deafening. A variety of noises enter my ears, but the only thing that is clear is the fast and strong beating of my heart. It was simmering and seemed to want to slip out of my chest. Why? Why .. is his effect on me still here? My grip on Lea's hand tightened as tears rolled down my cheeks I didn't know why. I was no longer aware that I've been holding my breath. I quickly let go of the air that had accumulated in my chest and I immediately overcame it as Luke's gaze dropped t

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

It was like the difference between seeing a black and white picture of a painting and standing next to the real thing. I could see the faint but distinctive scar across his cheek and eyebrow. I hadn't been able to find any information on where he had gotten it. It was just one of the many internet mysteries surrounding Sebastian Belrose. While the scar made him look dangerous, it was his eyes that gave him the aura of power and confidence. They were a blue so light that they were almost gray, especially against the dark fabric of his designer suit. They reminded me of a misty sky just before the dawn. He looked at me, those eyes full of confidence, and I forgot to breathe.