Beautiful Scars Maximillian Lyrics Novels & Stories

* * * Max’s POV * * * I wish I can say that over the years I have gotten used to people dying. I never have. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I care for dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter” either. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My pain and my scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even burned or lacerated, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger th

Why was he interested in her ugly scars, the ones she saw every day while showering and wrinkled her brow at? "Because these are my exclusive marks," Maxwell turned her body around and leaned down to lightly brush his lips against the scars. Flora instinctively gasped and her body trembled slightly. Where Maxwell's lips touched, it ignited her heart, making her blush and her mind go into chaos. In her mind, she kept repeating, who is this man!?

Maximiliano opened the door carefully, she did not notice him, she was too immersed in her sea of worries, of silent pain. "Amelia" The woman gave a loud gasp when she heard that voice suddenly, almost falling to the floor; Maximiliano walked quickly towards her, preventing her from falling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you". "It's i-it's okay..." The bloodshot eyes of the beautiful woman appeared before Maximilian, who made a grimace, just like the ones Dylan made when he did not understand anything.

Rebecca’s cruel taunts and now Maxwell’s scorn had simply added another layer to wounds I thought had long scarred over. But as much as I tried to push him from my mind, I couldn’t. His limp, the bitterness in his eyes, the scar I’d glimpsed on our wedding day—it all lingered, begging to be understood. The next morning, I woke early, determined to maintain some sense of dignity. Knock softly. Be polite, Amelia. Don’t intrude. That was my mantra as I rapped on Maxwell’s door before stepping inside. What I saw stopped me cold. Maxwell stood by the window, shirtless, the morning light casting a golden glow over his sculpted frame. But it wasn’t his physique that caught my attention—it was the l

"He said so my eyes shone with joy. Somehow, I felt so excited to hear it. Of course, it was a song inspired from me. I'd love to hear it. My nods were quick so he grinned and pulled up a chair. He placed the notepad next to me and opened it. he turned the pages before adjusting the tone of the guitar. I just stared at him the whole time he was moving. When he finished he smiled at me. My heart was pounding when his dimples appeared so I returned his smile. He started to strum on his guitar while looking straight into my eyes. “Broken all the pieces I’ve been shaping lately Focused on the things that didn't make no sense Guess that growing up was never meant to be easy" (Author's note: Due t

ANIKA'S POV:- I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was hell nervous. Everything was perfect but the scar on my face was messing with the look. The dress and everything Adam had brought me, they were all very stunning but I could not help that scar. I just wished it would have gone. But I was not very lucky. I even asked the Celestial if she could make it go away. But she said it was permanent. Celestial was like a God mother to me. She was always nice to me. Whenever I felt lonely, I always went to her. She always made my pains go away. Gulping the nervousness down, I held my head high and stepped out of the room.

he said and I froze before I immediately raised my head and looked at them. His face held complete disgust as he stared at me and my eyes slowly turned to look at Mia. She had a huge smile on her face as she stared at me with mockery. I felt out of breath as I looked at her. "Don't look away" Lucas said and I kept my eye on them as tears streamed down my cheeks in pain. My heart shattered into a million pieces. He bent her over and made me watch as he rammed himself into her and she moaned his name with pleasure till they both came.

he revealed. My eyes widened with surprise and I snorted a short laughter. "This is good news ri— right?" I stuttered as I was too scared to rejoice and later find out it was bad; and go back to being disappointed. "Of course it is!" Miles exclaimed. "Once it awakens, you'll heal and go back to being the beautiful and confident Rainbow I remember you to be. No girls could stand in your path but now, they have the guts to call themselves more beautiful," he said in irritation.

I can't do anything, but watch everyone get eaten by the fire. "Fuck you." "I'm sorry," he softly said, his voice has a trace of sadness and worries, but I'm in pain to notice his words, the next thing I knew is getting myself eaten by darkness. "I'll look for you, I promise..." it's the last word I muttered until I lost my consciousness. "Darling, You'll thank me for this."

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.”