Car The Garden Scars Leave Beautiful Trace Novels & Stories

No danger, no fear, just soothing love. They stepped out into the private garage, and Caroline gazed at the elegant black car that stood elegantly there, reflecting their shadows in the gleam of the well-maintained paint. The car was a symbol of luxury and prestige, with smooth lines that formed a perfect design. Jared smiled triumphantly as Caroline gazed at the car with undisguised admiration. Jared moved closer, stroking Caroline's hair gently. As Caroline stepped inside, the scent of leather and modern technology greeted her. She couldn't help but smile as Jared sat beside her, starting the engine that made a soft buzzing sound. Inside this car.

She startled the moment I suddenly raised my voice. “Hey! You’re scaring me!” she complained and acted as if she was scared. She instantly walked beside me when I gave her a death look, and it made me smile secretly. We later found ourselves near the department’s garden; blade-like leaves, rough barks of the tree, vegetable patch, tree foliage, and caterpillar-eaten leaves-the grass in the garden was mowed so short that the ground showed through. The moss was scuffed, rolling it away from the soil like a carpet.

Faye pov The garden path blurred under our feet as we ran toward the edge of the property. Jacob’s car was parked in a hidden spot behind thick bushes. It was a sleek black car, low to the ground, with smooth shiny lines that caught the moonlight and looked fast even when standing still. The windows were dark tinted and the doors opened with a quiet click when Jacob pressed the key. I slid into the passenger seat as quickly as I could.

Ana alarmed and we both laughed and pretended as if we were busy with the garden, fussing over flowers we had already trimmed. "Hey, you! " I bowed my head hoping I wasn't the one he was referring to but as he approached me, my heart weakened in disappointment as he shoved the garden fork away from my hand aggressively. "I'm talking to you," the tall, bulky sentinel with a huge scar on his face yelled at me. I wondered if it was also Tristen that bestowed that scar on his face, but based on the angle it was cut, it was a one time cut from a sharp blade? Probably a sword or a dagger.

It wasn't just any cabin—it bore the mark of an artist, standing out amidst nature, yet blending seamlessly. Stepping out of Jace’s car, she shut the doors and put on her sunglasses, her eyes scanning her surroundings briefly. The scenery before her was mesmerizing she felt her breath leave her momentarily as she took in the sweetness of nature. Before Kiera could take it all in, her eyes were drawn to a mesmerizing garden bursting with vibrant colours. There were marigolds, roses, lilies, and tulips, each swaying gently, almost as if they were whispering secrets to each other.

She is a beautiful distraction, nothing more. The car tires screech as we pull into the driveway of the Blackwood estate. The gravel crunches like breaking bones under the heavy wheels. I don't wait for the driver to open my door. I push it open myself, the cool evening air hitting my face. I took quick steps toward the garden, my footsteps heavy and purposeful on the stone path.

This is possibly one of the most beautiful places I've ever been to in this country, and I can't peel my eyes from the window. The driver parks the car next to a row of other cars, and climbs out. Luca opens his door and gets out. The driver opens the door for me. I step out and the lovely scent of the garden hits my nostrils. The smells are exotic and intoxicating. I can't help but look around in awe. Even the weather is different here. Not too sunny and not too cloudy. Just perfect.

Together, they stood amidst the fragrant garden, a testament to the beauty of love and the transformative power of embracing life's vibrant hues. In that moment, surrounded by nature's palette, Rose and Liam reveled in the symphony of colors, their love blooming like the flowers around them. Rose sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers delicately tracing the scar that marred Liam's otherwise perfect abdomen. The deep cut, an intricate pattern of healed tissue, spoke of a past filled with danger and battles fought. Just above his ribcage, a prominent claw mark caught her attention, its jagged lines standing out against the smoothness of his skin. Her brows furrowed as she pondered the stories