Beautiful Scars Maximillian Lyrics Novels & Stories

One cruel message from Jace lit up the screen: “We’re done. I can’t be with you when you’re like this anymore.” His words cut deeper than the cold. My fingers shook as I gazed at the illuminated text. The girl I’d been — the one who laughed, who believed — felt buried under layers of shame and doubt. The rain blurred the surroundings, but I could feel the needles that stung my flesh with each sharp raindrop.

The one I had smashed. It had been repaired. The cracks were filled with gold dust, making it look more ornate, but also more broken. "See, I fixed it," Gavin whispered, holding it like it was his own shattered heart. "Viola, it's like us. It was broken, but now it's even more beautiful. Can we start over? I swear, my life will be yours…" He bent down humbly, trying to put it on me. I looked at the necklace.

"Is your head hurting? Should I massage it for you?" "Don't touch me! You bi**h, don't you dare touch me! This is all your fault! If you and your family had treated Yusria well, she would have never left the Setting Dawn Pack. Because of the way your family treated her, she left and now can never return. I want you to suffer, drown and suffocate in the same despair I'm weeping..." Malice and hatred burned in Maximillian's eyes as he flung Selena on the bed and savagely shredded her clothes to pieces. His eyes glowed with a brutal red light, frightening Selena out of her senses.

Yusuf said, groaning once again and cursing out loud. "You know damn well who I am talking about," he replied. "Don't make me ask again." Aminu stepped into the living room then, followed closely by Halima who was still sobbing silently. As all three pairs of eyes met, a sudden silence fell upon the room. Halima's landed on Yusuf, and a look of pain and shock crossed hers. Aminu's fell on Yusuf as well, except his was a look of loathing and disgust. As for Yusuf however, his eyes were covered by a look of distant sorrow; of what could have been but never came to be. His eyes fell on only Halima, the woman for whom he'd forsaken everything. The pain tore through him like a knife, setting his

"It's not a dream, Max. Everything is real. I... Fuck, touch... Why don't you... You're so dead. Emilia will kill you both" *****************************************

He thought he had just passed the time in some condo or house in Manila, not knowing he had gone far away. “I won’t ask anything from you, Grandpa. Just give me a moment to fix everything. Prepare yourself. Prepare your heart—and no weakness allowed.” “Marcus!” Max scolded irritably, but Marcus only smiled as he looked at him. After a short while, Max noticed something on his face. “What happened to that long scratch on your face, huh?” Marcus immediately touched his face and felt a stinging sensation on his cheek. Damn. It was from Laureth’s acrylic nails.

Deep down, a part of me was terrified. Somehow, all my years of fighting to the top had vanished, and I had reverted to the scared, crying little girl who had been ripped from the comfort of her parents' arms in the dead of night. Alone. Defenseless. Maxwell didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just stood there, staring at me, his cold, calculating eyes picking apart every sliver of fear on my face. A strangled exhale escaped my lips. His dark, messy hair fell lazily across his face, a jagged scar running from the top of his head, narrowly missing his eye before terminating at the bottom of his chiseled jaw.

One more time One more time Can’t you be by my side one more time I still love you and only you Love is better than regretting later One more time One more time Singing and crying to ease the pain ,Rissa suddenly wish Ben never left .

Unscarred. Perfect. I laugh under my breath. Bitter and sharp. Maxwell is never short of women. There’s always someone at his side. Someone beautiful. Someone who doesn’t carry baggage, a child, a curse of silence and survival. I should’ve known better than to believe that someone like me could ever— “Beatrice?” Mae’s voice jolts me out of my thoughts. “You okay?” I nod quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just got a little flour in my eye.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Alora’s eyes flicked up to him, recognition dawning through the panic. Her lips trembled, and for a moment, she just stared at him, unsure. She wanted to trust him, but the fear was too strong—Seraphina’s cruel face, the ghostly image of Alysha—everything felt too overwhelming. Maximilian noticed the tear stains on her cheeks, and his protective instincts flared. “I promise,” he whispered, “no one will hurt you. Not Seraphina. Not anyone.” He kept his hand extended, waiting for her to make the choice.