Novel & Cerita Cassie's Scar On Her Forehead

"I have scars too, Casey; some faded and some will always remain. I covered up a fair few of them but believe me. You're beautiful, baby. You are so beautiful, I don't care about what you look like. The scars show you survived. It's part of you and if you don't like them, then that's also okay; you can do whatever you want to them. Tattoos or skin grafting, of they allow that or if it's even a thing to do,. Let me look after you" His strides come over to me quickly and all though I feel scared and exposed, even though I haven't taken anything off, I nod my head and begin with my socks. I have a scar on my foot from where they burned cigarette buds into my foot at the top and I have chain sca

As she went through her phone, her eyes drifted to Blakeley’s hands and she paused. “What?” Blakeley asked as she looked in the direction Cassie was and she noticed it was her hand. “Did you get kidnapped again?” Cassie asked, grabbing Blakeley’s hand. “No, it's nothing.” She replied and withdrew her hand from her grip, she pulled Alex’s sweatshirt over it. “That looked like you were tied up, what happened? Is Alex hurting you?” “What? No. I am okay, Alex isn't hurting me.” “So how did you get that scar? Does Alex know about it?”

I asked, almost shocked. “He has a scar on his forehead,” she answered as she pointed at a little scar-ish mark that Caleb got at the top of his right eyebrow when he was a toddler and messing with the drawers in their room. I shook my head in defeat and straightened up. “Your brother is not Scarface, Cassie.” “He looks like Scarface,” she responded. “I don’t!” Caleb shot back. “You do.” I scoffed. “Do you know who Scarface is?” “The criminal.” She answered.

Cassie awoke to the aroma of smoked bacon sifting through the air. Grabbing one of Randy's shirts, she tossed it on and followed the delicious scent into the kitchen. He stood over the stove but turned as she entered the room. "How are you feeling?" he asked, moving to the coffee machine to pour her a cup. "Better. My head still hurts, but it's manageable. I only have a small bruise on my calf, but I have a massive welt on my thigh."

She watched his back as he walked away, a dark silhouette against the sun. Her fists were clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She felt a deep, hollow ache in her chest. Then, she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. Leonardo was there, his face clouded with sadness. He looked at the cuts and bruises on her arms, and his expression grew even gloomier. "Let's go, Cassie," he said softly, his voice full of concern. Cassie shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Leonardo, please," she begged, her voice a whisper. "You have to let me go. I didn't fight and bleed for nothing. All this pain, all these scars... they have to mean something."

Cassie rolled off the bed and grabbed her towel robe, wrapping it around herself as she hurried to his side. Scarlet was leaning against the hallway wall, Sebastian standing close enough to steady her if she faltered, and the sight of her standing, made Cassie’s chest tighten so fast it hurt. No more wheelchairs moving along with her but Scarlet’s eyes were bright with tears that refused to fall, her smile trembling with pure, unfiltered joy. Before Cassie could say a word, Scarlet took a careful step forward, her limp obvious but defiant, and then she stumbled straight into Cassie’s arms.

She tried to wabble through the room and Dom flipped the switch. The lights instantly came on and blinded her sight. But slowly, she regained her sight and— "Oh my god," Cassie breathed. There were scars everywhere. Lines crisscrossing his shoulder, some disappearing beneath the waistband of his sleep pants. Some of them were old but others looked newer. "The scars," Cassie cried. "Dom, what happened?" His expression shuttered slightly. "That's a long story."

Suddenly, she froze: 'Why is there a pear-shaped birthmark on your chest? 'Juwan, you are crazy!' Cassie looked up at Juwan with a hint of anger at the bottom of her eyes. She quickly tidied up her clothes and prepared to stand up. The next second, Juwan crouched down, relying on her strength, and with a 'hiss', she tore open her neckline directly and observed the birthmark on her chest. Cassie reacted and slapped him directly in the face. 'Juwan, are you out of your mind!'

"Mother, let the warriors take it from here, please." I grabbed her arm, but she yanked free, landing another hard blow Cassie’s jaw. Deciding I didn’t want to be the one to pause the beating, I signalled to Mae to do what she intended. It was a struggle. "Luna, we'll take it from here. Please! The Alpha wills you to stop. Please." Cassie’s face and neck were covered with bruises. Clearly, Elise Reign did some damage. No matter how fast the girl healed, the evidence of this hot date would endure on that face for the next few days.

By the time he finished, silence stretched between them like a canyon. Caius blinked. Then blinked again. His jaw dropped, then closed, then dropped again. “Wait. You’re telling me that happened? To you?” Sebastian nodded stiffly, his throat dry. “Show me,” Caius demanded. Sebastian frowned. “What?” “The mark. Show me.” With a resigned sigh, Sebastian tugged his shirt over his head. The torchlight hit the crest etched into his chest, faintly pulsing with its unnatural glow.