Battle Scars By Paradise Fears Lyrics の小説・ストーリー

I whispered, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper as I glanced down at my arms, tracing the scars that marred my flesh. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over as the fear of rejection gnawed at my heart. What if he saw me and recoiled in disgust, unable to bear the sight of my damaged skin? "I'm scared," I admitted my voice barely a whisper as I wrapped my arms around myself, a feeble attempt to shield myself from his judgment. But he didn't falter, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to gently cup my face in his hands, his touch sending a wave of warmth flooding through me.

A scream that shakes the very foundations of the entire building. You used to captivate me By your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams, Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me. These wounds won't seem to heal, This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase. When you cried I'd, wiped away all of your tears When you screamed I'd, fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years

scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blinding her senses. “It's just a dream,wake up ,it's a dream”she heard the voice anchoring her to reality,she gasped waking up she sat up immediately drenched in sweat. “Sweetheart it's just a dream” she opened her eyes to mama Rita rubbing her back to soothe her,she was enveloped in a warm hug,scar slowly softened to the warmth of

“Scarlett, listen to me. Every scar we carry, every sleepless night, it’s proof of how strong we are. We’ve faced what no one else could endure, and yet we’re still standing… together.” Her lips trembled, and a tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m scared, Sebastian. Scared that one day, it won’t be enough that I’ll lose you, or Damien, or that all of this will crumble around us.” He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing away the tear. “Fear doesn’t make you weak,” he murmured. “It means you care, it means you’re human. But I promise… we will fight for each other, for every moment we still have. You are not alone in this, Scarlett. Never.”

The torchlight receded, leaving Scarlett drenched, trembling, and alone in the dark once more, the cold and the bitter truth that she might already be fading from the Lycan’s mind seeping into her bones as the weight of her new reality settled heavier than the chains around her wrists. The echo of Odessa’s boots faded down the corridor, swallowed by the damp stone until only the drip-drip-drip of water from the ceiling and the faint crackle of the distant torch remained. Scarlett stayed on the filthy straw pallet, knees drawn to her chest, the soaked shift clinging to her like a shroud. For a long moment she was still, breath shallow, then the silence became too much and the dam broke. Tear

Thick, choking and suffocating. Scar is my mate. The one stolen hours after birth. The one we mourned for years. A broken, frustrated sound tears out of me as I morph back into my human form. “Scar!” I cry, my voice cracking through the clearing. The cold bites into my bare skin, sharp and merciless. But I don’t feel it. I don’t care. I have to find him. I have to talk to him. Everything is crashing into me, hard, fast and unforgiving.

Death. I scream until my throat is raw. The phantom hands hold me down, keeping me pressed against the stone as the power carves itself into my very soul. My skin burns. I look down through tear-blurred vision and see marks appearing, silver lines spreading across my arms, my chest, my legs. Like scars, but glowing. Beautiful and terrible. Somewhere in the distance, I feel the bond flare. Kael. He can sense something's wrong. Too late. Far too late.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

Indescribable fury was all over him as he gave the old man a death glare. Mrs. Cora thought it was over and Miguel just decided to give up when she saw him walked away from their front house. But, he stopped and bent down. He seems to be picking something from the ground. She then heard a crack sound of a broken glass. Mrs. Cora’s eye stretched wider seeing that the man came again towards Teofilo with a broken bottle in his hand. Worried what he might do to his husband with unstable emotion like has now. But what happened next was unimaginable, horror engulfed the woman’s senses. Her body hair spiked in goosebumps as he slit his forearm with the bottle. Even, the old man was stunned by the s

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.