Romans & histoires The Lion King Scar

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

“I can send Beta Marcus to represent us. You don't have to—” “I'll go.” His eyebrows shot up. “Kaia, you don't have to prove anything. Not to me, not to them.” “I'm not trying to prove anything.” I turned from the window to face him fully. “I'm Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack. They invited my pack, they get me.” “Are you sure? Because once we walk in there, there's no hiding who you are. They'll know exactly what you've become.”

Elena murmured, thinking of Rose. Lucian nodded. “Because she wasn’t just a copy. She was modified. Altered. Spliced with my DNA. They were trying to create a hybrid leader.” Elena stared at him, stunned. “That girl has your DNA?” “And yours,” he said softly. “They never needed a perfect clone. They needed a symbol. A child of two legacies.” Silence fell. Grayson broke it. “That makes her the most dangerous pawn in this war.” Lucian coughed, a fleck of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth. “She’s not a pawn. She’s scared, and confused. She needs help.”

He said, looking at scar in his eyes. Scar looked at him silently for a few seconds before speaking. "My wife just gave birth," he said, his voice low and shaky. "I don't want anything to happen to her or the unborn child…. I want you to help me." He said. "What do you want me to do?" Edgar asked, looking at him silently. "You must give my wife one million dollars," Scar said. "You must also give her a place to stay, far away from Moonclaw. And you must tell her that I love her." He continued.

But his voice became serious after a second, "Lexie, you know what? Sometimes… the things we think are making us the ugliest person in the world, are actually the things that mark us as the most beautiful person instead. So in your case, this scar of yours makes you the most beautiful girl in the entire world in my eyes, and trust me, the scar that you are fearing about will make you stand out in the ball." Saying this, he almost reached out to touch the scars on my face, but caught himself mid-way, and quickly withdrew his hand. Meanwhile, it was like I was almost caught in a daze; nobody apart from my family had ever even acknowledged my scars in a positive light, and neither had I expecte

Not this time. I watched as he returned to the bed, his hands crossed behind his head, legs sprawled. "Give me a show, Scarface," he added. My nails dug into my palms as I squeezed them into a fist, but I pressed my lips together to keep from shouting at him. "I have been with many princesses, Elora," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "I know your type. Pretending to be all innocent and meek, but within a few days, they turn into whôres, ready to take up any côck that comes their way."

Mum is an event planner, and sometimes we are being invited to the parties and programs she planned. Most attention is on me, and Emily is always pushed back far away from me. But I don't accept that I salways bring her back to the spotlight. I can't believe I have been a female dog to my sister all this while. I have overshadowed her. But I try my best. She is right; I don't have the right to tell her who to marry or who not to. If she thinks Christian is the best partner for her, so be it, I will support her no matter what. It might hurt now but soon I will forget all about him.

Scar grabbed Moses who was still sobbing, shaking him. Moses just kept sobbing, unable to voice a coherent word. He was not getting anywhere; Scar looked at Moses who had become like a bubbling idiot. He took deep breaths and tried to reign in his emotions for a moment. “Moses! Moses look at me!” Scar raised his head and looked him straight in the eyes. It took a moment before Moses finally got a semblance of normality. Scar nodded. “Where is Simi?” he asked. “He- she-” Moses began again and then burst into tears. He pointed to a general direction, and as Scar turned to look, he couldn’t really place it.

She feared Leon. Leon's smile deepen and he walked slowly, very slowly, towards her. He was like a beast that was slowly nearing its trapped prey in order to intimidate and dominate it. If he was really a beast, he would be growling and overflowing with saliva. He was indeed a beast, a beast in human clothing.

As soul ripping as it is compassionate. "Chidi." He mouths again. "Uh-hm?" I grunt, exasperated. He settles at the rim of the vitafoam. "Mummy filed the divorce." You know that scence from Disney's The Lion king where Simba found out that it was Scar, his uncle, that tossed his daddy off the cliff. Where he roared and growled and clawed his way up Scar's paw back to the top of the mountain. That is how I sit up in bed.