Battle Scars By Paradise Fears Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hell no! You aren't doing this. You are not going to sacrifice your happiness for your selfish twin."Maddie said, pointing an accusing finger my way. "You don't get to decide for me Maddie and don't you call my sister selfish. I know Emily has her reasons" I said that so unsure. Maddie only shook her head at the verge of tears. I felt terrible for lashing out on her. She isn't at fault nobody is at fault.

“Don’t you dare act ignorant!, I know you aren’t happy I am getting married to your dad. But can you at least act mature and not do sensible stuffs” “If I say I understand you, I would be lying” I said not knowing where this is heading. “I know you planned to ruin my wedding” she said. ==+”Yeah, I wanted to but someone did that for me already” I said that inwardly and smirked. “Scarlett.just let me be” “You won’t like what is coming you if you try something like this again” she threatened. I moved closer to her, really close..she blinks her eyes in fear.

The people start to panic and run in different directions, and gunshots and bombs start to dominate the whole place. I watch my brother's body fall on the floor while my grandfather tries to protect him. The horror is visible in my eyes, like a doll without emotion and can't move. "S-silas," I called, 'no, it can't be, Silas is still alive, he's strong! one bullet can't kill him,' I keep whispering to convince myself. My tears fall, "Let me go!" I scream with the remaining strength I had. He looks at me. Shock and confusion drew on his face.

I just couldn't figure out why I still felt that he doubted me we had the chemistry and we could fuck anytime and it never stopped us but his doubt or fear stopped him. I washed my body being careful not to fall back asleep I didn't want to have another sex dream about my mate. I finished up my bath and got out reluctantly not really wanting to face him or anybody else but I knew I needed to do it. I dried off slowly and looked at the mirror and notice I have scars from the bullet wounds and a scar from my appendix being taken out I was extremely pale and I still looked exhausted. With a deep sigh I dressed in new clothes and headed out to see Lucas I was still wary because of the sex dream

"I'm on my fucking way. You'd better be laying on your fucking bed when I get there, and you better be in nothing but those black heels that I fucking love you in." "Yes, Daddy, I will be." Smiling, I quickly get undressed and sprint naked to my closet, searching for the black heels that Deacon loves. I spot them immediately, grab them, and turn around to go back to my room, but I'm stopped by my reflection in the mirror; my scars are screaming at me from my back. A wave of anxiety and panic ripples through me when I think of every fücking time I got one of the hundreds of scars on my damn back. I lean against the wall to support myself as my eyes close and my head gets fuzzy and light. Whil

Relief that he was alive clashed violently with the fear that he might not wake up again. “This is all my fault.” My whisper broke under the weight of guilt, and my tears fell faster, tracing hot lines down my face as they dripped onto our joined hands. “Alaina.” Issac’s voice was softer now, careful, as though he was trying to coax me away from the cliff I was standing on. “You need to take a breath, okay? He needs you to be calm.”

I got home and opened the door, only to be met with a blow to the head. Evelyn screamed, swinging a stick at me. "Get out, you filthy tramp! We don't need you!" Blood trickled from my forehead into my eyes, stinging like acid. I raised my arm to block her. "Enough!" She stumbled, the stick clattering to the floor. Then, like a switch flipped, she collapsed into sobs, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sick. I didn't mean it."

His other hand that was resting beside him came up to touch my face, to caress my scars and a small sound, more like a sigh escaped my lips. "You see? You're only afraid; afraid because you feel undeserving of this, afraid of your feelings, afraid of everything." I shook my head, feeling tears at the back of my eyes. "I'm not....." I was cut off when he closed the tiny distance between us and he pressed his lips against my forehead before he moved them further down and he pressed them against my scars. The hideous scars. That would always marr me for life. The tears at the back of my eyes finally started rolling down my cheeks. I knew that this was heading towards a disaster and that I shoul

This is permanent. Panic grips me, hard and fast. My chest tightens, and the room starts to spin. ‘How am I supposed to live like this?’ My breaths come in short, jagged gasps as my vision blurs, black spots dancing in the corners of my eyes. ‘Breathe, Zahra. It's okay. It's just scarring. It doesn’t define you,’ Zanthe urges, trying to send calming waves through our bond, but it’s like throwing water on a wildfire. The walls are closing in, and all I can focus on is the mess I’ve become.

Rhea watches me, lips parted but she doesn’t say anything. She just turns and walks away. The scars don’t stop. Even after the oath fades, they keep growing, etching over my arms, my back and my chest. Silver and black, like ink carved into skin. The Moon Goddess’s judgment is final. I scream into the wind. “It wasn’t betrayal!” I shout to the sky. “It was desperation!” But the no one answers. The markings burn in time with my heartbeat. They don’t feel like punishment... they feel like truth now. Like everything I’ve buried is finally being seen. There’s no hiding now.