Novel & Cerita Beautiful Scars Maximillian Lyrics

I don't really have an idea. "Oh, my friend Lucius, what brought you here in my humble abode? You did not tell me that you are coming over to visit me. If only I have known ahead of time, I would have prepared something for your arrival," Maximillian said with an edge of wickedness in his voice. He had a smile on his face but I saw nothing but darkness and evil in his electric blue eyes that will surely turn to blood red once he is mad, thirsty, or whenever there is something that would trigger him.

“I’m so sorry Eve. I swear, I never meant to fail you. I didn’t know he would have tried to hurt you after my warning. Please. Please talk to me. I can’t bear to hear your silence.” Mikael begged her repeatedly. He sounds like he was crying but a man such as him would be too proud for such emotion. Eve continues to stare to at the ceiling above her. Such a pretty white colour. After being trapped in a place so dark, the brightness of the room with its balcony and comfy surrounding has such an aesthetic feeling but what others end up seeing when looking into her eyes was nothing.

He repeated harshly. I must've lost my mind. Why did I call him a beast out loud? Was I crazy? It was lucky he didn't rip my heart out already. “I'm sorry,” I whispered while staring down at my shoes. “I must have lost my mind for a moment. I didn't mean to call you that.. I just—” “-—Leave. I don't want to see you.” Maximilian interrupted. “I shall leave my love but first..” After seeing Maximilian's expression when I called him my love. I knew my charm was working.

"Speaking of burns, that scar looks so lovely on your face. Where did you get it?" Maximus's face suddenly turned cold. His menacing aura intensified, and his eyes darkened as he stared down at her. "Someone you're scared of?" Tatiana smirked, but it dropped when Maximus replied. "Mr. King did it."

Antonio bowed his head. “But sir, if she delves too far, will that not endanger us?” Maximillian gave a short laugh. “That is precisely what I desire. Old wounds are the sharpest weapons. If they remain trapped in the past, they will have no strength to fight the present.” He struck a match and set fire to a photograph—an image of Olivia and Oscar smiling at an event. The picture burned to ash. “Everything shall collapse,” Maximillian whispered. “For old wounds… always return to claim blood.”

It almost hurt and I couldn't help but whimper. "I... I... I wasn't referring to you!" I stuttered. Maximus leaned his face close to mine. His face filled with displeasure and I almost melted when those piercing blue eyes of his vanished only to be replaced with deep dark crimson. "Don't kill me!" I screamed and his eyes widened. "What?" "Yes! I was referring to you but it's because I do not understand your way of reasoning! If you were in my shoes, you..." "Stop talking!" He cut in sharply with a growl and I clamped my lips shut, blinking at him with both fear and innocence.

Killian grunted as he fell to the floor, his inner wolf wasn't even coming through, the silver knife and chain must have battered him. "You must think you're so high and mighty because you're Alpha!" Maximilian murmured as he picked up his knife again and approached Killian who was struggling to get up. Just as Maximilian lunged forward with the knife, a piercing scream filled the air. "Killian!" Lyra's voice echoed through the trees, filled with anguish and desperation. She paused for a moment as her eyes widened in shock staring at Maximilian, she slowly looked down at his wrist and Maximilian in turn slow moved his hands behind her back.

The mark burned, a throbbing pulse that felt alive, like it was sinking into my soul. Maximus staggered to his feet, his eyes wide, flickering between black and blue. “Emilia…” he rasped, his voice broken, raw with guilt and something deeper—fear. He took a step toward me, his hand outstretched, but I flinched back.

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.