Novel & Cerita Cassie's Scar On Her Forehead

“I also inspected your body while you were asleep, hoping I didn’t leave marks on you.” Cassie scoffed, “You really need to chill. I know I shed a couple of tears, but it was of pleasure! I was lowkey scared of some of the toys, but I trust you, so I didn’t think I would get hurt, plus I’m tough. I hardly sustained marks from my stepfamily’s humiliation. I’ve got a tough skin.” I moved closer to my wife, pulled her into a long, warm hug, and then placed a deep kiss on her forehead.

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

The afternoon sun shone softly over the city, but inside a small dark apartment, the air felt heavy and cold. Cassandra stood in front of a mirror. The curtains were closed, and only a small lamp lit the room. She stared at her reflection. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she slowly removed the scarf around her head. Part of her face looked normal, but the skin near her jaw and neck showed faint scars. They were not very deep, but they were enough to remind her of the pain she had gone through.

Maricris struggled desperately, her carefully styled hair now disheveled. “You crazy woman! Let go of me!” Kai stood a few steps behind Cassie, clutching the nanny’s hand now, his teary eyes wide as he watched. "Yes,” Cassie said with a faint, chilling smirk. “I am crazy. What will you do about it?” And then she dug her nails deeper. “Ahhh—!” Maricris’s scream pierced the lobby as sharp pain shot across her face. Cassie’s nails had broken the skin now, thin lines of blood beginning to surface where her fingers pressed.

I broke the kiss and pinched her cheek playfully. Chris: Somebody missed me. I said with a grin. Cassie: Of course I have missed you. She replied. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her bridal style. I took her to my room which was still empty for me. I laid her on the bed carefully then pinned her on the bed. I saw a frown on her face. Chris: What's wrong Candy? I asked suspiciously. Cassie: Since when you have gotten these eye bags. You look tired Chris. Is everything okay?

After a minute, he finally agreed and led me to the security office to watch the day Cassie left the building with a man. I don't know what I should expect. Maybe she was with her new boyfriend, but that was impossible. Or one of her family members took her. “There.” I abruptly focused my eyes and mind on the monitor screen and watched closely the guy was with her. He's tall, I guess he's almost the same height as Damon. He's wearing a black top plain shirt and gray trousers. His face was really covered, and it was difficult to identify him– My eyes quivered as soon as I saw the scar on the neck of the man.

Maddie snapped at her. Cassie shrugged, apparently unbothered by her reaction. "Just saying. You shouldn't give your heart to him so freely—or to any of us for that matter." Maddie narrowed her eyes and moved closer to Cassie. Up close she could see that the girl looked terrible; bags had formed under her eyes, the shadows in the room only accentuated the gauntness of her face, and her multicoloured eyes were dull and unfocused. Her signature long pigtails had been converted into a messy bun, and her hands shook as she placed the tray down. Maddie immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

Not when her enthusiasm had pulled me back from the brink more than once. We flew privately that evening, courtesy of Andrew's final gesture of respect for a man whom he claimed was not his ex but rather his "aesthetically gifted asset handler." Cassie sat across from me, peering at her laptop as she scrolled through satellite images of the metro vault. She was intently focused. Her fingers rushed across the keyboard. Her face was illuminated only by the faint light, revealing the shape of her jawline, the lines of her cheeks, and the thin scar below her lip, which she claimed to have gotten in a fencing match, although she had actually fallen during seventh grade.

I started to fall asleep when I felt a hand on the back of my head. When I looked I saw Cassie's eyes were open. It was a wonderful thing to see. This meant that she would live. The doctor came over to check her. The smile she had made it all real. Cassie had woken up after six days of not knowing if she would live. I couldn't hold in my excitement. After the doctor left again I moved the chair closer to Cassie's head. "Cassie. Before the man came to your apartment I was coming to ask you something. Cassie, would you do me the honor of becoming my official Luna?" I said after a short silence with me just looking into her eyes.

She saw that around her waist, there was a ring with a relatively deep band, and there were also two marks on her underarm. "Why didn't you tell me that?" Lennon's heart ached for her. "At that time, if I say something, I will definitely stop the show. I can only grit my teeth and bear with it." Cassie was definitely a new actor, she did not have this much airs. Lennon knew that her skin was just too tender, but her normal dignity would cause her to leave marks. "Let me apply some medicine to you." "Shall I take a shower and put it on?" Cassie was also sweating quite a bit today, she couldn't take it anymore.