Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

He was also wearing a napkin around his face like everyone out here but he radiated the energy of a leader. I gulped and stepped back when he walked towards me and bent down to my face level. His soaking hair was covering his eyes so he pushed them back with the help of his hand making my eyes go even wider when they landed on the scar on his right eye. The scar started from his eyebrow and ended on his upper cheek as if someone tried to damage his eye with a knife. A scar on the eye? The scar face. I was indeed right. He is their leader. "Where is that little boy?" He asked.

Appearing from behind the bar area and I flinch when I catch sight of his face. He’s older than Colton for sure, a little greying of his hair at the temples and he has one completely white eyeball that suggests he’s partially blind. The other so dark brown in comparison that you can’t help but react when you see it. A raggedy awful looking scar running from cheek to forehead and passing right through, so deep you can tell he was wounded pretty badly whenever this happened and it’s literally the first thing you see.

Elaine bit her lips, enduring the humiliation brewing within her, and ran forward. At this moment, she saw three fierce-looking women standing on the runway in the corner of the yard, staring in her direction as if looking directly at her. As soon as she ran past the three women, one of them raised an arm and grabbed her shoulder. The whole team stopped when Elaine was caught. Jennifer marched forward and asked, “Hey, what are you doing?” The three women glared at them with their devilish eyes. The woman who grabbed Elaine even had a scar on her face that stretched from the corner of her left eye to her right chin. The fearsome scar split her face in half that made her look extremely terrify

Feeling the warmth of her uncle who wore a thick beard and large scar on the left side of his face, his eyes soften and he stoke her back. “There, there my love. There, there. I’m here.” His voice sounds rough and gritty. His eyebrow has slashes with blood splattered on certain area. His clothes were shredded and claw marks covers his arm. Soon after, a few more survivor step out from their hiding place and Eve gave a sigh of relief. She wasn’t alone after all.

"I apologize for—" "I don't pay for signal malfunctions," he interrupted. He finally looked up. The world stopped. I had prepared for a billionaire. I had prepared for a shark. I had not prepared for those eyes. They weren't just blue; they were a storm-tossed Atlantic, deep and violent and terrifyingly familiar. A jolt of electricity, cold and sharp, bolted down my spine. I knew those eyes. I knew the way his lower lip had a tiny, almost invisible scar on the left side.

I poke at the scab again, and this time, it doesn’t even hurt. The moonlight in the window is fading, replaced by the muddy blue of almost-morning. I stand, legs uncertain under me, and hobble to the bathroom. The face in the mirror looks like me, but not. The skin is pale, the eyes sunken, but there’s a brightness to them, a weird intensity that I’ve never seen before. I lean in closer, inspecting the iris. For a second—just a flicker—they catch the light and flash silver, the same cold shimmer as the wolf’s eyes in the woods.

I screamed against the gag, the sound barely more than a desperate whine that only seemed to fuel him. He paused, looking directly into my wide, teary eyes. “Are you thinking of Cicada now, little wolf?” “God, he’s beautiful when he’s cruel,” Skylar purred, dripping lust into my terrified mind.

Blinking soon reached the agreed deadline of half a month, and Kristen Oliver began to feel a little uneasy. Finally, Ethan Wharton got a call. Scarface has been found. When they got there, it was already midnight. But both of them are in a hurry and can't take a rest. At the place, Kristen Oliver recognized Scarface at a glance through a single glass. 'It's him.' Huo Yan came forward to negotiate with people, and Kristen Oliver just watched. But when I saw the delicate man on the side of Scar's face, I couldn't help being speechless.

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

Why do they have to hide from Scar mama? “You don’t like Scar mama?” Alice asks, her green eyes look exactly like Scar’s, all the way from the innocent deer shape to the clear watery glimmer. There are Scar’s eyes, when they look at Sebastian, without the disappointment or the hatred that can’t seem to be wiped off these days. They belong to the little Scar who was lost in the woods.