Novel & Cerita Charlie Puth Scar

Just like in my previous life, ugly comments poured into my ears. My body trembled slightly. But this time, it wasn't from fear or shock. Seeing me shake, Melanie looked even more certain. She suddenly lifted my shirt and asked, "Yvonne, isn't this scar from the surgery? You're Charlie's fiancee. How dare you do this? You owe him an apology." On my abdomen was a scar, about half an inch long. "No! This isn't what you think it is!" I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning with humiliation.

Charlie replied calmly, “I want you to keep an eye on these two people from now on. If Marcus dares to remove those words engraved on his forehead or if he even dares to grow a longer fringe to cover those words, I want you to kill him immediately. As for this plastic face, if she dares to fix her crooked nose, I want you to disfigure her entire face! Also, if she dares to go on any live broadcast or social media in the future, I want you to break both of her legs!” The two people who were kneeling on the ground were completely startled when they heard this. In fact, Marcus had been thinking about finding a plastic surgeon as soon as he returned home to remove these scars on his forehead. Mo

Victory. Applause. Flashbulbs blinding me. Cheering crowds. And I sat stiffly, applauding quietly, smiling blankly. Smoldering fire burning deep inside. Victoria jostled herself in beside me at the reception later and said, "Don't sit there like a pole. Smile, Natalie. For goodness' sake, smile." So I smiled. Until my face hurt. Until my soul wasn't my own. I caught Jake turned his face towards me, his expressionless face. Cassandra had seen it as well. She pulled him back into her and kissed him on the mouth in front of everyone.

Rosie’s POV At dinner, I held out my wrist across the dinner table, frowning at the thin pink scar that curled along my skin. “No matter how much concealer I use, it still shows.” Chris leaned over, fork halfway to her mouth. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad.” “I think scars from battle are kind of badass,” Tyler said, trying way too hard to sound casual as he flexed his arm, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt. “Look—Rogue ambush during my first patrol.”

Charlie ignored the warning. He slowly raised his trembling left hand, staring at Elena's silver pendant. The chain had finally snapped after being crushed in his fist countless times. The wound at the corner of his lips—left by Elena's slap several days ago—had healed, but a faint scar remained, a permanent mark from the woman he worshipped and destroyed all at once.

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

I sucked in a harsh breath as I looked at him in surprise. Oh god! What is happening? “Woah Mr.Chambers! What are you doing? Put your shirt back-” I stopped dead when I saw a long ugly scar run from the left of his muscular, sculpted chest to his upper abs. God! It looked like a deep and a very old scar.

The next morning, Victoria stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection with a determined expression. The scar from Helio’s slap was still there, faintly bruised but visible enough to remind her of the humiliation she had suffered the day before. She touched it gently, feeling the heat rise in her chest—not just from the pain, but from the bubbling anger and hatred she harbored for Helio.

His skin was instantly cut open, and he couldn't help screaming in pain. At the same time, the other three purple whips also penetrated the mud wall, hitting Charlie hard. In an instant, Charlie's scream became even more shrill. His skin was split open with bloody cuts all over his body, making him look extremely terrifying. This was especially so when a purple whip slapped his face, making his mouth and face crooked. As a result, his face was covered in blood. Charlie was not only a man with supernatural power, but also a cultivator with high cultivation. He looked at the four purple whips that came at him again, and there were beams of earth-colored halos around him.