Romans & histoires The Lion King Scar

he said quietly. "Well, I should point out that King Kong's victim was a blonde," she said. "And in case you haven't noticed, my hair is black." "And I think it's absolutely spectacular," he said, kissing her forehead. "Black is definitely your color." His charm carried them all the way to the Central Park zoo. Afrah spent most of her time photographing the exotic birds spotted with every color of the rainbow. Adnan pointed out a panda rolling on its back, and Afrah thought it looked remarkably like Po from Kung Fu Panda.

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

Vivian Langford and I had been secretly together for five years. Everyone else thought we were bitter business rivals. Then, at a mutual friend's pre-wedding party, the groom came up with a game. Every single woman was blindfolded while the single men walked past. Each woman had to pick the man whose scent she liked best and claim him as her date for the day. I deliberately slowed down when I reached Vivian and paused in front of her for half a second. But when the blindfold came off, the man in her arms was Julian Rourke—her childhood sweetheart, her first love. "Damn, Vivian! Out of all those men, you grabbed Julian in one shot. Even fate thinks you two belong together!" Julian's eyes

Scar flinches when a voice snaps her out of her bored mind wandering, only to see Scott’s face. “Not as happy as you,” Scar snorts not without sarcasm, “…PRINCE Scott.” Scott’s smile is bright and sunny like any boy in the neighborhood. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Scott makes a bitter face, “I guess I…I wanted you to see me for me, not any title that was coming my way.” “In case I said yes to you for the heritage you were going to get?” Scar folds her arms, sneering, “That was a lousy assumption--”

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

"If we're going to win this war ... I can't let myself be distracted, especially not by a witch." "I understand," Scar said, "but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other's company while we can. It might be what you need right now. To relax, even if you find that sleep keeps eluding you." Scar looked deep into Scar's dark green eyes, curiosity growing inside him. At what point had she changed from that spiteful, terrified creature he'd cornered in the woods, and brought to his kingdom against her will, to this elegant, fierce woman who looked like she could command an army without flinching?

He gestured to his sweater and pajama trousers. "Didn't you watch The Lion King? Of course, you didn't, you were probably taking piano lessons and learning German, Scar is a lion, he's King Mufasa's brother, and he is a cruel, cunning animal. A predator, if I do say so myself. He killed his brother and wanted to take over the jungle but luckily Simba, King Mufasa's son became the king." I watched his reaction to see if he would be pissed at the nickname but he wasn't. Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him.

I asked, staring at her blue eyes. She sighed. “ Scarlett, Alpha is a Lycan. It’s hard for him to keep his wolf under control. But, trust me, we all know he tries. ” “ You sound manipulated. ” I huffed, rolling my eyes. She chuckled. “ no matter what I say, you will only blame him. ” “ He killed my parents. You all…killed my parents. What do you expect? ” I shrugged my shoulders, but couldn’t keep the bitterness tamed in my tone.

Before I knew it my face was once again for the second time that day heading towards the ground and this time it was already going to be more painful than the first one would have been because I was still on the stairs I closed my eyes waiting for the impact but it never came rather I felt myself hanging mid air and a pair of strong hands on my waist. For the second time I looked up and I saw that the person that said saved me was actually the Lycan King Scar. He helped me up to My feet again which took a little while longer than last time since I had a missing heel. Once again I could see that there was no expression on his face. Was he always like this? "You need to be a little more carefu