Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

★★★★★ 4PM* The members had gotten back from Rome unharmed but Scar was an exception. Her arms was still untreated since they didn't take any aid kit with them. "OMG, scar.....Your arm!" Lila exclaimed immediately she set her eyes on her. "It nothing Lila, it just a bullet!" Scar let out a smile. "Let go to the suite. I'll help you treat it!" She offered and scar nodded. "Thanks baby!" Scar smiled hanging her arm around Lila's neck.

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

Garold said respectfully. Normal Arkyn would want to rip someone’s face off for looking at his naked mate but this tone made his eyes dart to her. Scars covered her back. Freshly made ones, still bright pink. She was thin on the verge of being starved. His eyes shot back to Garold who was now watching him and not on his mate. A large scar covered her rib cage, he gritted his teeth. “I’m going to kill them all.” He growled.

Pathetic bastard! I dropped to my knees beside Scar who was already on the floor, groaning in excruciating pain. He was bleeding—bad. Real bad. The bullets had gone clean through his lower abdomen, just below the ribcage. The kind of shot that shredded the liver. The kind you don’t survive. And I hated to admit that, I hated it so damn much. Scar was my right hand man, he was the second in command and now he was on the floor battling his life, all I could do was watch.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

I just want to curl up in the darkness and let it consume me forever. Bella sees my lack of motivation, removes my daggers, leggings and underwear, and helps me step into the bath. I see the horrified look on Bella’s face through the mirror when she sees the scars across my back. More tears quietly drip from her face, giving my mother a sad gaze. My mother’s lips tremble, and she sobs as she begins washing my arms with a wet cloth. Bella takes my other arm and begins to wash me gently. The smell of fresh lavender has taken over the smell of death that had covered me. Bella keeps glancing and frowning at the scars on my back. I suddenly feel self-conscious. I hug myself, even though it does n

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

"Cease your movements or my claws will harvest your vitals!" "Look at the shoulder blade, San!" the giant pants, halting his hands and ripping a bloody linen wrap off his left wing to reveal a massive, jagged centipede scar that cuts clean to the bone structure. The raw force of his movement causes the fresh stitches to pop, and thick alpha blood begins to spray across the grass.