Why Wasn't Scar King Novels & Stories

"You want to be very careful in your next words, mi amor." Her eyes traced over the scars on his face; the scars that declared him king. The deep, pitted lines that marked his battles and made him the hardened leader that he was. He was tough and commanding, everything that she was not and never could be. She didn't understand why he wanted her. She was nothing to a man like him. She should have died on that floor with the rest of her family. She was a fake survivor. A ghost living in the shell of a broken woman. She was a false queen.

Georgia remained in his manor, unaware of his growing suspicions, or so he hoped. The journey to the Woodbrick Pack was quick. Maxton chose to travel with minimal escort, keeping his visit discreet. There was still tension between him and the Woodbrick Pack because of the fact that they banished Georgia from the pack, blaming her as the reason why there had been an arson in the village. His car pulled up to the entrance of the pack’s territory, and the pack members, recognizing the Alpha King, greeted him with a mix of respect and wariness. Whispers spread quickly among them, each wondering why the King had come. But Maxton’s expression was unreadable, his true intentions were kept hidden be

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

"No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long ago, scars were highly prized in our community?" I just blinked at him, and fortunately enough, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more!

And, then I looked at Gabriel who looked proud to do such a comeback in the tech-world without my support and Anna, proud and arrogant by the fame she had been receiving by pretending to be the Tech-god Aris. But, little did they know that the code they were so proud of and had been thinking could save their faces in the global summit had the biggest flaw. There was a reason I had discarded the idea and left it without any security. It was all corrupted. And, they were all going to make fun of themselves in the Global Summit.

The king do not like to be touched, that observation was the main reason why it shocked the devil out of her to find him in this position with Lyra. "Oh." Was all she said. Scarlett know they couldn't stay for long. "We have to be out of here before we get into trouble." Samoa nodded and pulled back from the window. She followed the mistress and they walked well away from the King's Chambers. "So, tell me Princess, was it worth your time or not?" Scarlett drawled smugly. Finally, it started making sense to Samoa. The reason why the king was so hesitant in taking her to his bed. The reason why he couldn't summon her, not once in all the two weeks she's been here.

I can only know a few things about him only when I set my eyes on him; not now when I don’t even know what he looks like. But then, I’m going to make sure this Rogue King pays for the death of my father. He’s going to regret he ever did that. I’m going to show him that this place was the place he ought to have avoided when he ventured on taking over kingdoms. Scarlet walked in not long after Ralph left, and she came to sit by my side like she had something to say. “I heard the Rogue King requested to see you.” She said as she placed her hand on mine.

Demetrius grimaced as images of that night danced their way to the fore. “Scar’s only offense was politely refusing his advances. No one says no to the prince, after all.” The grimace deepened. “Dad told me I had to make sure I kept them both in my sights. The banquets had a way of getting…out of hand when the wine and blood began to flow. When Cassidy hadn’t come back from the bathroom, I left Scar to find her and when I got back…she was gone. I shouldn’t have left her alone.”

“My king, I was the driver of the late king, he enjoyed taking a drive on his own. He would tell me he wanted to think without many people with him. I took him to those drives two times and in both times the king almost lost his life. The third time I almost died protecting the king, and I earned myself this scar. I suggested you take more guards because I know a person in your position has enemies whether he knows it or not and I do not think the kingdom is ready to lose yet another king.” When he spoke of the scar, he removed his shirt to show Jake a huge scare that ran from his chest all the way down and Jake could not see where it ended. It was an ugly scar, and it showed that a large wo

I thought marking Willa would break the curse -- when we get Nox to be with Cerberus. "No, the mad king never marked me." Scarlett shook her head. She let out a short laugh, seeing my confused look, "Yes, he raped me. But he couldn't mark me for some reason. Maybe because I hated him at that time? I never really think into it." "Were you marked by your Alpha? Maybe--" "No, not that." Scarlett shook her head, "My Alpha marked me, but the mark disappeared when he died." "I'm sorry," I said softly.