Oliver Stark Scar Novelas e Histórias

I keep thinking about it; I'm afraid it'll stop you from walking," Olivia said. Zayden watched Olivia and said, "I stabbed it myself, so I know the limits of not getting too badly hurt." "Come closer." As Olivia moved closer to Zayden, she gasped in surprise as Zayden pulled her gently to her feet and had Olivia sit on the same gurney as him. The man gently rubbed the large plaster on Olivia's neck. "I'm afraid the marks will be long gone," Zayden said. "It's okay; at least I didn't get a serious injury," Olivia said.

When the Boneseeker Man’s sharp crablike claw came in contact with Olivia’s uniform, it ripped the back of the armored uniform down to her waist, exposing her shoulder, her skull tattoo, and the cross straps on her light blue sports bra. By this time, Olivia felt scared to breathe. She had to protect Lukas, and she didn’t waste a second reaching for the sub-machine gun strapped to her back. Olivia aimed the machine gun at the monster. She watched as he struggled to squeeze his towering, hideous body through the steel door.

Scarlet cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “I know what you were gonna say, Olive. No! You can’t return it.” She wave her index finger side to side in front of her face looking at her with eyes in slits and Olivia just shrugged. “I’m tired, these people are so boring, let’s check the ones on your bed.” Scarlet stood up and Olivia did the same. They sat on opposite side of the bed and she picked up her dad’s gift opening it. Inside it was a purple bracelet with a purple lion head pendant, Olivia wasn’t even surprised when she saw the lion’s red eyes, she had seen the image several times.

It pulls slightly at the corner of his mouth when he smiles, which gives him the look of a man permanently amused by something only he can see. That’s kind of cute to be honest. Oliver, bless his truly annoying little heart, genuinely does not seem to notice it. He looks at Kir's face the way he’s always looked at it. Which is with the wholehearted dumbstruck attention of a man who can’t believe his luck. The scar is just more of him to look at or something. I’m sure I overheard him tell Kir it makes him even sexier. He’s been forbidden from kissing it by Tariq.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

Cas asked. “He looks different from the pictures. And I like you more,” Rose admitted, burying her head in his chest. “He’s scary, Daddy Cas.” Oliver did look different. Not just his missing hand. There was a burn scar on his neck, wires everywhere, and bandages across his body. He couldn't sit up yet; the only reason he was slightly seated was because they must have raised the bed. There were IV bags attached and machines that were beeping. He had a catheter, and he hadn’t showered or bathed in days. He looked like he probably felt. Oliver was in pain, and he would be for a while.

It spilled out uncontrollable, wild, making the air around him feel heavy and wrong. He reached up with both hands and pulled back his hoodie, finally revealing his face. Owen's breath caught. Even from where he lay on the ground, he could see the scar. It was massive, a jagged line that ran from Korran's forehead down across his face, cutting through one eye and ending somewhere near his jaw. But it was his eyes that were truly disturbing. They were different colors, mismatched in a way that shouldn't have been possible. One glowed golden, bright and metallic, while the other was a strange reddish-brown, like old dried blood.

“It was rude of me to stare. But yes, I am here for work.” Elara’s expression softened, and she nodded. “You may be surprised to learn that my scars are a symbol of my strength, Miss Rogers.” She ran a finger along the length of her neck, staring into space. “This scar is a reminder of everything I’ve overcome to get to where I am today.” I swallowed hard.

he said as he picked me up and placed me on his lap. I stroked his face, I could still see the scar of when we were hit by Harvey’s truck. Oliver was at school and had football practice afterwards, so we wouldn’t be disturbed for a while. I took off my shirt, revealing my bra. Cyrus looked down and stared. “Fucking hell. You’re so damn beautiful.” He started kissing me, moving to my neck. Kissing the part where my mark was, it felt so good, but yet so wrong. I moved his head down, not wanting to think about Richard right now.