Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar Novels & Stories

"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

This man had a bastard with some mistress years ago, left the boy wondering out there alone when he knew about his own child’s exisiting, married another woman, raised a son who do drugs, and now wants his bastard back as his heir when that junkie died? Wonderful. So what does Silco have to do with any of these dirts? “Do you think Silco might be a Green?” Scar whispers to Sebastian, turning only to realize that he is not an inch away with his soulful eyes locked on her, a smile at the corner of his lips. Scar pauses. She had never seen him looking at anyone like this before. Not even Ava.

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

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.

He was done for, and he knew it. The first thing Scar noticed about the odd couple standing outside of the club was how tall the one on the right was. He knew that he had to be just as big as him, in height and in muscle capacity, and that alone intimidated Scar. It made him subtly straighten his back, hoping to appear an inch or two larger. The second thing he noticed was how oddly familiar his physique was. The mans back was straight, like his, and upright as he stood tall with his six toward Scar, Vice and Razor whilst his posture was almost perfect - as if he'd been trained to make it so. There was something eerie about the vibe Scar got from him, it was as if he'd felt it before. The sh

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

He turned to walk away,but Lucein caught his shirt from behind,the force tearing the shirt as he turned, sending another punch flying, Lucien fell in his knee still holding onto his shirt. “Who sent you” He asked relentlessly, breathing heavily. “You can have the shirt” Marcus said,as he unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall. Lucein froze as he saw the tattoo covering his backside,an eagle holding a snake in its claws. “I don't know what I'm turning into anymore…..I don't recognize myself” Scar sobbed, still hugging Aria. “It's alright,it's just one step at a time” Aria said soothingly.

The serum makes it so we’ll forever bear the scars of our marks to show the world that we belong to one another. I trail my fingers up his neck, his jaw. To his eyebrow, which also bears a new scar. Brock was so close to death after the fight with Xavier that his shifter healing couldn’t keep up, and he now has scars that tell the tale. This small slash through his eyebrow, a deeper scar on his right shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen. I saw the scar on his eyebrow once before, in a vision.

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.

A dimple flashed when his mouth curved. “Holy shit,” he said, voice rough. “Look at you.” Karius did not move at all. Six-foot-four of solid muscle in a tuxedo that strained just a little across his chest. Forest-green eyes tracked every inch of me with zero shame. His scarred brow lowered. His big hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to grab. He looked at me the way he looked at the ice before a fight—focused, lethal, already deciding how hard he was going to take what he wanted.