Beautiful Scars Maximillian Lyrics Novels & Stories

These thoughts make me so weak. “Bella.” I heard from behind. Ain't I supposed to be alone? Why are you still here? I don't want you to see me like this. “This is all your fault, Bella. You're useless. Stupid. Can't you see how ridiculous you are being right now?” I turned, but no one was there. I swear I heard Marcus' voice. My... love. Am I Insane? I went to my veranda to divert my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep deep breath.

It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly. Wade's eyes were glued to that scar. The fury in his eyes suddenly swirled into confusion, shock, and a tremor so faint it might be missed. "Where'd you get this?" he rasped, his breath heavy. I tried to wrench my hand free, but his grip was punishing. "Ten years back, in the old Milanex City, during a nasty clash." I recounted with a detached air, as if it were someone else's story. "I was just passing by when I heard some noises under the debris. I was young and reckless, and thought I could play the hero. Got a nasty burn from a beam that came down."

Maximus replied timidly and quickly turned his gaze back to Draco and Jasmine “Save… me.. me… the.. I beg you Jasmine… mister save me from this place and villagers….” Maximus cried, his tear stained face was already lingered with pain “Maximus... if you are so scared then why don’t you and your friend just escape from this village… you can runaway…” Jasmine questioned him scrunched eyebrow “I.. I can’t…. we… we are marked” Maximus replied and rolled up sleeves of his right hand and showed up his right hand…

I was running, buying time. Would it be enough? I forced a smile. “Thank you.” Max brushed his fingers against my cheek, his touch hesitant. “I’ll take care of everything. Just focus on getting better.” I nodded, but deep inside, I knew there was no getting better, not from this. Not when Dante’s words haunted me. Not when my own thoughts scared me. And certainly not when I wasn’t even sure if I was running away to save Maxmillian… or to save myself.

Camila's face turned pale as she saw the cold and even scornful looks around her. "No! It's not like that..." she stammered, trying to stand up. The door swung open, and Alexander stood there, his voice cold as ice. "Stand up."

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

The air now has a bitterness to the sweet aroma. With a deep breath I finally take my eyes from the floor and look around. The man, Maximus, who is able to disappear just looks at me. I can't help my eyes that flicker to his bare upper body. Seeing that he is scarred I quickly look away as I wonder what to do next. Xander told him to take me back to where I would be staying. I guess we will do that now.

She reached forward with trembling fingers and touched it gently. He stirred. “Does it scare you?” he asked, voice hoarse with sleep. “No,” she whispered. “It’s… real. It’s a part of you. It reminds me that even you can break.” “I’ve been broken longer than you know,” he said. She smiled sadly and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss near the scar. “Then we’ll build you back, piece by piece.” Back in the present: Emilia gasped lightly. Her hand went to Max’s chest, almost reflexively.

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

"I know you and Mary don't really have a relationship. But in everyone's eyes —all Hillcesters, I'll always look like the third person between your relationships. I don't really care what they think of me. But what I really care about is you... Lisa..." Maxim let out a deep sigh as he rubbed his face with a slow sweep, then looked back at Maxine with her green irises that now looked so dim. Maxim was about to open his mouth but immediately clenched it. Maxine took back control of the conversation. "I don't want to hurt you because of my feelings... Because of my selfishness..." Maxine said. With all the Dexterity she had, Maxine pulled on the black T-shirt Maxim was wearing, then revealed th