Novel & Cerita Cassie's Scar On Her Forehead

As the door swung open, a scene of despair unfolded before them. Cass sat on the floor, her once vibrant eyes now vacant and hollow. Her clothes were disheveled, her hair tangled and unkempt. She clutched her phone tightly, her gaze fixed on the screen, where the image of Jake and Stacey celebrating their engagement burned into her mind. Scar and Amanda rushed to Cass's side, their arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. "Cass, we're here for you. We love you," Scar whispered, her voice filled with tenderness and concern.

Casie: "Wow that was some trip." Sam: "Congrats on completing your 1st task successfully." Is he actually praising me? Wow. I thought Casie: "You know what makes it more special is I have a souvenir as well to remember my first task." Sam(shocked): "What souvenir are you talking about?" I showed him the painting with scattered colors. Sam: "Casie are you out of your mind? You can't carry things from the earth here." He yelled at me.

Cassey had no problem fighting back since Lyra was the one who ruined his family first. “How’s your face?” Cassey asked. Malorie was caught off guard by the question. She caressed the scar on her face instinctively. It had been years since that incident, but the scar would follow her for life. She wanted to forget about it, but whenever she looked in the mirror, the horror would flash back in her mind. Malorie thought she could force herself to forget, but the memories were branded in her, like the scar on her face. When Cassey asked her about her face, she felt warm but also knew it was a sign to strengthen herself.

"The headaches are almost gone, and I managed to eat actual food this morning instead of just.." She stopped mid-sentence as the door opened wider, and Greyson stepped into the room. The nurse looked up first, offering a professional smile, but Cassie's reaction was different. She went completely still, her eyes widening as she took in his appearance. Greyson felt his breath catch in his throat. Her face was a roadmap of healing, yellowing bruises around her left eye, a cut on her lower lip that was still sealed with medical tape, scrapes along her jawline that had scabbed over. But it was her eyes that stopped him cold. They were the same warm brown he remembered, but now they held somethin

Cassie’s POV Dale handed me an antique mirror, and I was shocked to see a strange mark or rune on my forehead. "What the actual hell is this?" I asked, my voice tinged with worry and confusion. Dale's expression was serious as he explained, "Luckily, it’s not a tracing mark, but rather a mark that signifies a message from someone who harbors intense hatred towards you. It seems like someone from your past is trying to send you a very bad message."

She wore a crown of black. That same voice spoke again, "You are not vengeance. You are what comes after." She turned. Lucas stood behind her, eyes wide. "Mommy?" Cassie jerked to wakefulness with tears on her face. Cassie sat up on her bed, gazing out the window at the black trees rushing by. She felt something humming under her skin, something speaking. The dreams, the visions, the light it was all adding up. Just then, Mark walked in, his hair let loose rested on his shoulders

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

Tyler's POV After Cassie ended the call I quickly checked the internet and found that another image was uploaded.But this time it wasn't blur as Cassie had said, but my face was still covered and I wasn't facing the camera so it was just the side of my face and a climb of my birthmark. Which means I have to cover that too apart from my hair. My racing heart slowed down, I'll chew Cassie out for almost giving me a heart attack. Just when I thought I could get some good sleep, my mother's call came through.

Marcus glared at his mom. “I’m sure you can hire help, mom,” he corrected her. Cassie clapped her hands with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Aunt Claudia, Marky, and I need to catch up. Can I come along with him later?” pouted Cassie, drawing Cara’s attention to her. She was extremely beautiful, with pale golden hair and twinkling blue eyes, and a perfectly made-up face. Everything was perfect about Cassie and she was nowhere near in comparison. Marcus placed the tray of coffee on his table and turned to Cara to speak to her.