Novel & Cerita Beautiful Scars Maximillian Lyrics

The sense of relief is momentary, but is soon replaced by a lingering fear of what lies ahead. While they wait, Maxmilian and Isabella remain by Mariana's side, giving her all the support and strength they can. Maxwell, still wounded, stares at the scene and growls in frustration and contempt, looking at the door through which Michele had exited. "She'll be back." "Shut the hell up," Maxmilian replies. "As soon as I get out of here and take care of my son, I'm going to kill you." He stares at his own mother, "And you too."

The sudden movement pulled my dress upward, and I felt the air hit my exposed thigh, raising my gooseflesh. “You don’t get to just disappear again,” he said, his face inches from mine. “You don’t get to—” He stopped talking. His eyes had dropped to my leg, where the silk dress had ridden up to reveal the scar. The twisted, ugly flesh that ran from my hip almost to my knee. A permanent reminder of the fire that was supposed to kill me. Maxwell’s face went completely white. His mouth opened but no sound came out. He reached toward the scar like he was in a trance, his fingers trembling.

Without thinking, I asked, “Where did you get that?” He looked down, following my gaze. His fingers brushed the scar. “Training accident. A long time ago.” He paused. “Before… everything.” Before me. Before the bond. Before his world tilted off its axis. The moment felt too intimate. Too quiet. I stood up, the chair scraping on the floor. The sound was loud in the silent room. “You’re better,” I stated, my voice returning to its cool, professional tone. The mediator. The stranger. “The susceptible period has passed?”

King Maximillian motioned to one of the guards who smiled evilly as he was whipped with spikes. “I’m going to enjoy this”. Lucien tensed, he won’t give them the satisfaction of watching him break. The first strike nearly broke him into two, and he screamed as the spikes bore into his flesh and tore him out, he screamed as lashes upon lashes pierced his skin, the pain nearly driving him mad. Then, it was like a miracle, as if a soothing balm was rubbed all over him. “it’s all right, you’re safe now, I’m here now, nothing will happen to you”, the soothing voice crept all over him engulfing him with peace.

*** "The star is very beautiful tonight, yes. But it's lonely," Anastasia whispered, then she looked at Maximilian, who was also staring at the night sky, "you're not lonely? You live alone on the streets, do you ever think the world is cruel to you?" Maximilian smiled, "I never think the world is cruel, we should control the world, not the world controlling us. I always want to be the best and everything has to be perfect." He paused for a moment, then continued, "I just hated myself for being too focused on my perfection without seeing that the person I loved needed me, I ignored her and thought she was fine because she was always smiling."

Jill shouted that get back to his senses. “Wha–what?” “I asked what did you do to Tatiana?” Molly repeated. Caleb looks at his bleeding arms then at my hands holding a piece of broken glass then at my eyes that shows no emotion. His green eyes stared at mine. I stared back with full of coldness. “What happened to my sweet innocent, mi amor, Tatiana...?” He said in a low voice. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Your sweet innocent Tatiana?” I scoffed. “There’s no sweet innocent Tatiana, Caleb. She’s just your f*cking illusion. That sweet innocent Tatiana you’re saying is dead twenty years ago.”

Connor was behind me, but he, too, couldn't believe what our eyes were seeing in front of us. My mate was shirtless with his shorts slightly down; he was between Alexia's legs; she had her legs around Maximo's waist. She was leaning on his desk and was only wearing her panties; Maximo was moaning her name —Alexia! — just hearing it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She screamed his name in ecstasy while he kissed her neck —Maximo, don't stop, make me yours, I knew you would come back to me — she said. I understood she was right; no matter what happened, even if it were his mate, he would always return to her.

he comes back with my scarfs ,my face went pale realising what he is upto! "no you aren't doing this to me again, please don't,it hurts" tears form in my eyes,but it didn't affect him a bit. I tried again "please mr.maxwell don't do this please I am sorry" his face was neutral till now,he made me sit on the floor and dragged me till the bed ,then bound my already tied hands to the leg of the bed,he shifts to get one more scarf which was resting on the floor near my feet ,all the recaps of that day starts coming inside my head, I don't even know what he will do this time ,I got scared

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno