Sebastian Guy Battle Scars Novels & Stories

My eyes and hair are some of my insecurities, which I inherited from my trash father. My mom is so beautiful, she wears beautiful black hair and dark eyes, which Silas inherited. My mother and brother are both dead. It still stings inside my chest, but I was trying to forget all the painful memory this past few years but every time I tries, memories will flash in my head, repeatedly hunting me.

He stands motionless, just listening to Krys. “Do you think you will find happiness after doing all this? Do you think avenging Sheila by taking away Kaden's mate would bring her back?” Krys questions. “No. But it will lessen this pain I feel.” Sebastian answers, his eyes suddenly turning into a burning flame. “Once again, I don't want to fight you Krys. Move!” Sebastian demanded, his tone threatening. His eyes were glaring fiery red. I could see flames surrounding him, nine burning tails stood behind him, flaring like an untamable fire.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

"You think you can take me down, mutant? You're nothing but a freak." Sebastian's grip on my arm tightened, and I could feel the power emanating from him. I knew that he was not just a normal man, but a mutant werewolf, the type of werewolf I only had heard about from Alpha Davis. And I could sense the animalistic rage that was building inside of him. Without warning, Sebastian lunged at Romeo, his fists flying. The two men were now locked in a brutal fight, each one trying to gain the upper hand. I could only watch in horror as the two men battled it out. I wanted to do something, to intervene somehow, but I knew that I would only make things worse. So I continued to pray, hoping that the m

Stick with me okay . Riss -Okay...Dad Ben -Tch!Sugarpie or heartbeat would have been more better . Riss-Sugarpie my left toe . Ben -You are impossible.Let FaceTime I want to see your pretty face . Riss-Flattering me again . Ben -Am not .You are the most prettiest girl have ever met . Riss-Awwn and you are the most ugly guy have ever set my eyes on Ben -than...Wait ugly ?!!!

Suddenly, I saw Tristan by the locker area. "TRISTAN!!!" I screamed causing him to turn flinching "What the fuck Henry-" "Jaxon got into a fight and now he is getting beaten up. We need to help" I said in one go Tristan's expression darkened. His aura turned into that of menace, very well capable of making people cower away in fear. "Let's go" He paused and said walking away. THIRD-PERSON POV: Jaxon punched the guy with all his might. He could not bear listening to the said words they were using for her and nor the way they were treating her. Took him long enough, but she is no object.

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.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay, Jake.” God, I felt naked. That face used to be everything. My weapon. My charm. My way of getting anything—or anyone, I wanted. But the fire took it. And with it, it took the man I used to be. The proud, invincible Jake. I died in that damn fire… even if my heart kept beating. “No, it’s not,” I whispered. “It’s not okay, Liz…”

They drove out of the stadium. As they drove, Sebastian moved his right hand to her bare thighs and caressed one of them slowly. He kept looking at the road as he did this. Stephanie smiled, looking at his hand and then at him. He smiled when he felt her gaze on him, but he didn’t turn his head to look at her. His gaze was fixed on the highway. “What happened to you there?” She asked, staring at the scar on his face. “What happened where?” He looked at her, and she touched his scar slowly. He smiled faintly and focused on the road again. “I had it when I was younger,” He said, and she smiled. “You were playful, hun?” She asked, and he shook his head. The smile on his face faded slowly, and w