Beautiful Scars Maximillian Lyrics Novels & Stories

Her breath caught when she realized how close his face was, hovering above hers. "Touch me," Maximilian whispered, his tone both commanding and tender. "Until there's nothing left." She felt a surge of longing that she couldn't suppress. She wanted him-all of him. Yet her gaze faltered, drawn to the faint stitch scar on his chest. Tentatively, she reached out, tracing it with delicate fingers, her eyes clouded with a mix of curiosity and sorrow. Maximilian watched her silently, sensing her unease. He gently lifted her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it before guiding it upward to rest against her neck.

I heard the door opening, and I rolled my eyes at how relentless Maria was being. “Can’t you give up already?” I said without turning. “If Scar really wants me dead, then he should f*cking kill me, instead of sending food to me everyday.” “Now, where’s the fun in that?” My heart dropped at the deep, gravelly voice. I turned and surely, it was Maximo. He looked scary, leaning against the doorframe with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. My breath hitched as he marched towards the bed. I could see his face now, and he looked furious.

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

"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.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

☆Kate☆ I knew people were in the room, I could hear them talking but their voices were a distant murmur. At some point they were even arguing and I heard the door shutting when one of them left though I had no idea who? I was trapped in a relentless repeat of a single thought. "I am no longer a woman." “I am no longer a woman” “I am no longer a woman” That phrase circled over and over in my mind, endlessly repeating, drowning out everything else.

His cold expression melted into pure love and adoration. “My love,” he said softly, pulling her into his arms. They kissed deeply, passionately. I watched them, and even though I knew this wasn’t real, it still hurt. “Come away from there,” a voice said from beside me. I turned to find Maximus standing next to me. His scarred face was gentle, his icy blue eyes were filled with warmth. “Let them be,” Maximus said softly. “He doesn’t want you. He never did.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “This isn’t real.”

“But then I saw you. Holding Amy. Walking right past me like I didn’t exist.” I met his eyes, steady and unflinching. “The ‘bitch’ you told your men to throw out? That was me. Did you ever think about that?” Silas’s throat worked. “I… I didn’t see you.” I lifted my shirt just enough to show the bandage. “Of course you didn’t. When Amy’s around, she’s the only thing you ever see.” “It’s not like that, Tessa. Just listen—” “I’m done listening.” My voice cracked sharp through the night. “I listened for years. And what did you do? Locked me in the basement like one of your guard dogs. I had to get another surgery because you hurt me again without even looking.”