Battle Scars By Paradise Fears Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?

Jace spinned the bottle and it pointed at Stacey "Truth or dare"he asked "Truth" she replied "You should have chosen dare, any way let me ask you.....do you have a crush " he asked "Nope I don't " she said "Boring ass" Erick said, Stacey glared at him "Ok...Whitney it's your turn" Jace said I spinned the bottle and it pointed to Jack "Truth or dare" I asked "Dare" he replied. I grinned as a mischievous dare hit me

His other hand sneaked under her neck and grasped her shoulder. He felt a sense of relief to hold her back in his arms after so long. Suddenly, her screams when he almost raped her due to his drunken state, flashed through his mind like a lighting bolt abruptly making its way through the serene clouds. The terrifying memory of her screams and helpless cries flooded his derma with goosebumps. The devastated face when he forced himself upon her. Each scene is still fresh and vivid in his memory as if it was just a sin from yesterday. He held her closer while silent sobs escaped his mouth.

He threatened, causing my heart to sink into my belly. "Don't you remember me or you don't care?" I asked slowly as tears dropped from my eyes. I raised my palm to his face, showing the scars I got from slashing my palm last night to save him from the trap. His gaze fell on the scar, and he squinted his eyes like he was trying to understand what it was. I stared at him, feeling my heart thud louder in my chest. Fear was sipping in, and this time, it wasn't the fear of how huge he was or his powers, but I was afraid of his rejection, afraid of him denying ever knowing me. I was scared he would ignore the sacrifice I made to save him from the trap.

“You know I was broke down, I had hit the ground…I was crying out, couldn't make no sound…No one hears the silent tears collecting…You know I had lost hope, I was all alone…Never been so low 'til you came along…Teacher, I feel the dots connecting…Beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause I can take on so much more than I had ever dreamed…So beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause baby, I am ready to be free…Now I am invincible…No, I ain't a scared little boy no more…Yeah, I am invincible…What was I running for? (oh-oh-oh)….I was hiding from the world…I was so afraid, I felt so unsure…But now I am invincible…And I'm a perfect storm (oh-oh-oh)…Now I am a warrior, a shooting

I was a fool to hope that one day you will trust me, Treating you like a delicate glass with cracked parts. But little did I knew, you will pierce your broken shards into the very core of my beating heart. Betraying me to the extent I have nothing left but burning scars. .................................................. People react to fear differently, while some scream with all their might calling every souls attention, others go silent as if they don't even exist. She belonged to the latter kind.

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

She pulled her arm away from it, her bare back coming to view. “How does she have so many scars?” “What’s wrong with her back?” “It’s disgusting.” “I can’t even look at it.” “Are those claw marks?” Janiya face was contorted disgustingly as she stared at Stacey’s back. It was as if they clawed her mercilessly, they deepened their nails into it, and also beat her to the point of no return. A tingling sensation coursed through her. She took her eyes off it, not wanting to imagine what it felt being in that position.

The silence that fell was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions too raw to articulate. I lowered myself further, my lips gently touching more of her scars, one by one, inch by inch. I kissed them as if they were not symbols of a tragic past, but instead, keys to a new beginning. Each kiss was a silent vow, a promise of acceptance and unwavering support. To the unbroken skin between the scars, I bestowed gentle kisses, as if to pay homage to the strength that had enabled her to survive. To the scars themselves, my lips delivered a tender message of acceptance, acknowledging the pain they represented while also honoring the resilience they embodied.

I stammered, bowing my head, not daring to meet his gaze. He moved closer, As he drew nearer, my heart quickened, anticipating his touch. I readied myself for his kiss, knowing deep down I wouldn't be able to resist. I closed my eyes, longing for his lips to meet mine. But instead, his hand gently landed on my shoulder, tracing the scars that adorned my skin. "What's all this?" he asked softly, his voice filled with worry and care.The marks on my body are simply the scars of the beatings I've endured from Alpha Lowell, and indeed, the entire pack, particularly Luna Desi.