Novel & Cerita Cassie's Scar On Her Forehead

I couldn’t wait to show them. Jasmine was the first to notice us. "Why are you dragging her like that? What happened?" "Look!" Thania said, pushing my hair back again. Joshua leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait a minute... is it just me or..." "It’s gone!" Jasmine gasped. "No way!" "How?!" I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden. "I found some herbs in one of the books. It mentioned scar healing. I tried it. I didn’t think it would work, but... it did."

The drive was quiet. Cassie sat in the passenger seat, her body turned slightly toward the window, watching the city roll by in a blur. Her arms were half-crossed, one hand gripping her own wrist tightly. Arden’s eyes flicked toward her now and then. There was a small bruise near her temple, where Ivy had pulled her hair. He reached out with one hand, brushing her hair gently back into place. Cassie didn’t move away, but she didn’t look at him either.

Axel. Cassie stared up at me, the expression in her doe, brown eyes, unreadable, though I could sense the war raging inside her. Her hand hovered over the car door handle, trembling ever so slightly before falling back into her lap, the long extension of her braids moving with her. She parted her lips, ready to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance. “There’s no debate here, Cassie,” I said firmly. “You’re coming with me.”

Leon was standing still but his eyes are sharp and active, ready to shoot anything that moves. Agnes didn't dare. She didn't move and stood still while her pale face was illuminated by the moon's mocking light. She was disheveled, far from the gracious and precious image that she carried for almost 19 years. Her red hair was like a bird's nest with blades of green grasses and dirt on top of it. She has a small wound on her pale cheeks, corner of her right eye, and lips and they were bleeding. The red blood slid down slowly on her face, painting it red.

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

I stop struggling instantly, my body going completely limp in the intruder's grasp. “Cassian, what the hell?” I choke out. The grip around my chest loosens immediately and the bag is ripped off my head. I blink rapidly gasping for breath as I whirl around to face my attacker. Cassian is standing right there with a huge, amused grin etched onto his face. He is wearing a dark hoodie, so unbothered by the fact that he just tried to abduct or kill me in the middle of the woods. “Hello, Rhettie,” he says sweetly.

Scar walked over to Cindy's bed,her eyes warm,you would swear she's different from the person who pushed her down,two storey building. “Cindy my friend,how are you feeling” She asked warmly, sitting beside her. Scar was pleased by the sight before her,from the cast on her neck,her left leg hung on a sling,and right hand hung on her neck. Cindy scoffed at the pretense. “I'm good ,I'm still alive,when there's life, there's hope” Cindy answered with a smile on her face. “I brought fruits for you,heard it helps the body heal fast”

I kept tossing and turning, and I eventually came to with a massive ache in my forehead. I sat up and threw my legs over the edge. I rubbed my forehead and stepped out of the bedroom. I need water and something for my head. It took me a moment to realize that I’d walked down a different path in the hallway and ended up kind of lost. His house is huge. I knocked on the first door I saw, and when I didn’t hear anything, I opened it. Sitting in front of a mirror was Cassiel, no shirt on, and scars decorating his back. He was checking on them when our eyes connected through the glass. I wasn’t sure where to look first. His face or His scars.

Again, thank God. She touches the tender skin of her neck and watches her reflection in the mirror. Remembering that exact steamy second Mathias brutally bit her neck when he came as his muscled body crushed hers, Cassie blushes like a fresh tomato. Her breathing quickens as she caresses the purple mark with the tip of her fingers.

With a shriek of frustration, I grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled it to reveal the mark on my shoulder - the mark which was slowly forming into a swirling tribal tattoo - the mark of Luca's bloodline. “Cassie! Sit down, shut up and let me tell you what the fuck happened before you bite my head off!” I demanded, her face paling as her eyes fixed on the mark. Yvonne and Cassie sat entranced as I told them what had happened, promising that they wouldn't tell a soul. “Wow…” Yvonne whispered, eyes large. Cassie came over and hugged me tightly, tears in her eyes. “I'm so sorry I was so hard on you just now,” she sniffed.