Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar Novels & Stories

For a moment, they were caught up in the fight, their fear of the rogue Alpha forgotten. Aria’s eyes never left Kiernan. Every move he made, every dodge, every strike, she watched with a mix of fear and admiration. "He’s holding his own," she thought, her heart swelling with pride. "He’s really doing it." But then, in a sudden move, Kiernan ducked low, his body twisting like a snake, and he lashed out with his claws, aiming for Caden’s face. His claws made contact, slashing across Caden’s cheek, leaving three deep marks. Blood instantly welled up, dripping down Caden’s face.

"I heard your little outburst about your taste in men. Men with scars on their neck, huh?" He tilted his head, deliberately showing his scar to her. Linessa laughed. "It's pretty..." She told him. "But you don't suit my taste." "And why is that?" "You're marked...you have a mate and perhaps even a kid. Go home to them."

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?!"

Rick replied, peering at the screen from behind him. “Wow,” Avanska commented, at a loss for words. “That uniform is indeed military,” he spat. “Looks like it,” Rick replied. There was a long pause. “So, I guess their move was to adopt one of the Kovas,” he concluded. They both fell silent. No one was saying anything, and no one was ready to. The boss’s mood right now... Alexander Kova was a man known for his berserk nature whenever he hit full rage, and that was a part of him nobody wanted to witness.

"Could you give me a moment to rest? Do you believe I don't desire a Mate as well? However, do you know who our Mate is? Alpha Kian Santos is him. The scarred Alpha, the social outcast. Do you want us to be with him for the rest of our lives? I yelled as I turned off the water while banging on my tap. "He would kill us and bury us alive without caring. Mina, I don't want to die. We'll keep our pup safe and lead happy lives apart from him." I reassured her before encircling my body with a towel. I tried to come across as strong to Mina, but I was anything but. I also had him in mind. I imagined that I wouldn't be in the situation I was in if he were entirely a different guy. Things would have

He was the only target in this show. Silco sent the men to abduct her, but the crash managed to hit the front left corner of Scar’s car when she was in the right back seat, where she would take the least damage. They imprisoned her but didn’t even pull a knife on her, not until he barged in. They chased after them with bats and others, but Scar came out with not even a scratch. They could have easily cracked his skull when he tried to guard the door with his own body. Even if it was all a show, it was carried out with great care. His motive is not hatred toward Jack Fuller, but care for Scar. After this long, the man has dodged only one of his questions: why he is helping Scar.

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

Kaels POV The smart thing would have been to move. I didn't. I stood there, blade still in my hand, and just — looked at him. Like my body had decided on its own that this particular moment needed a second. Luca. He looked older. The scar I remembered being fresh was healed now, pale and permanent against his jaw. He had our father's eyes, the same shape, the same color. Right now they were fixated on me with hatred. What exactly had I done to him?

Giving him dangerous vibes—more like gangster vibes. Even though he has this scar on his face, he's still hot and handsome. The scar cannot change how handsome he is and how manly his well-toned body is.

Like violence wrapped in skin that was barely holding it in. He was the tallest of the three, his dark hair cut short, his eyes so dark they were almost black. And unlike his brothers, who both looked like they were in their late twenties, this one had scars...a thick one cutting through his left eyebrow, another across his collarbone, more scattered across his chest and abs. He looked like he'd been through a war. And he was staring at her like she was the spoils. "Get off her, Caspian," he said quietly.