Novel & Cerita Car The Garden Scars Leave Beautiful Trace

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

"What a shame. You're such a beautiful young woman... but what happened to those hands?" I hurriedly asked the doctor, anxiety tightening my chest, "Doctor, if my hands heal, will I still be able to play the piano?" "Physically, your hands might recover," the doctor said, eyeing me strangely before continuing, "But even if you can play, it will never be at the level it once was..." His words felt like a bucket of ice-cold water, completely shattering my last bit of hope. Just then, the door swung open. I saw Ryan walk in, followed by Miranda, who was holding a bouquet, her face glowing with joy.

Chapter 4 Ann took another bite of the hot crunchy biscuit, cook had bake for the evening, she adjusted her chair as she opened her book to continue reading. She had done her duties for the evening and was enjoying the scenery of her newly found favorite spot at the rose garden, she was told that lady Arnold had planted it when she first got married into the Arnold household, there were about 5 different colors of roses, and they were planted in a way that each shade stood at its own patch, there was also a well trimmed apple tree at each side, and a water fountain at the middle, Ann thought it looks magical especially during sunsets. She had barely finish reading a complete paragraph when s

She remains patient and silent, observing the passing scenery through the window. The car arrives at its destination, outside a luxurious country club, revealing a breathtaking view of a vast garden adorned with vibrant green grass and flowers of various colors and shapes, swaying gracefully in the wind. The weather is pleasant, with clouds covering the sky, adding a touch of romance to the atmosphere. Servers, both male and female, and guards form a queue, creating an organized presence.

She smirked as she made her way to Amigo garden. "Lukeeee," Elena yelled, almost jumping at him. He looked surprised as he laughed, hugging her back. It was getting dark at Amigo and the only thing that illuminated the environment were the light bulbs coupled with the moon. The wind was chilly, the trees shedding leaves as they shivered. "You're weird." "Guess what?" She asked pulling away from the hug. "You finally passed maths?" He asked grinning. Elena kicked him. "No, idiot. I finally think my gift might be cool."

I thought the greenery was beautiful before. This had looked untouched by the pollution and destruction of men. There was a waterfall so large I was amazed it sat so peacefully. The flowers were all such radiant colors, I couldn’t pick a favorite if I tried. “It’s beautiful!” I yelled over the motorcycle’s hum. We parked not too far from the trail. Tadeas asked me simple questions here and there as we walked down the path. I asked a few times what was in the bag he carried, while he refused to answer. He would just chuckle and say “patience”.

But by then, Cassian's scent was already tainted. Even if he hadn't physically crossed the line yet, his soul was dirty, and in her eyes, he had lost every ounce of credibility. The silence in the car was suffocating. Cassian rolled down the window, letting the evening breeze carry the scent of gardenias from the yard into the car. Noticing how pale she looked, he tried to soften the mood. "The gardenias you planted... it looks like they bloomed early this year." Trista closed her eyes. The heavy floral scent immediately triggered a flood of memories.

“But he said he was…” “That’s why we are here to take you out,” Skylar interrupted me. “Don’t worry, my Luna, we will show you every nook and cranny of the pack, trust us,” Scarlett added and the girls exchanged a high five. “Lead the way, girls!’ I smiled. We all headed out. We walked through the hallway till we were faced with the garden. Wow! I gaped my mouth in amusement. The range of colorful flowers, the gentle breeze that welcomed me into the heart of nature, and the serenity that comforted my anxious soul, everything was just magnificent about the garden.

I found myself wondering if the scar would remain, or whether that too might eventually be erased. The events of the previous evening had left me restless and slightly unsettled. It had been good to have a few hours with Elara — genuinely good — and yet something had felt off about it in a way I couldn’t pin down. Was it the pregnancy, the hormones, the strangeness of watching my own mark dissolve that had me reading shadows into everything? I honestly couldn’t tell. Even Mandi had seemed on edge. I went out to the rose garden to assess the damage. It was considerable. Every fresh bloom had been stripped for the dinner arrangements, leaving only a handful of late buds and the spent heads tha