Christopher Scarver Book Romane & Geschichten

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Perhaps that’s what made him so mysterious, maybe he was involved with magic, which was rarely seen among the werewolves. I shook my head at Christopher as he looked at me with excited, expectant eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t read it,” I told him. Christopher’s smile fell, and he looked a little confused, but he quickly pulled out his notebook and began scribbling again, holding the book under his arm. “This tome holds spells that can cure your infertility,” he wrote. I nodded, and he opened the book again, pointing at the page, as if I could somehow understand the symbols on the page now.

“That Scar Icegard is your mate. The same one that was stolen from his family years ago. The same one that was stolen from you years ago.” Tears flood my vision, distorting everything. I sway again, the paper slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor. My hands fly to my head, gripping tightly, like I can hold the world together if I just press hard enough. How is this possible? How is he here? How did this all happen? Scar, a werewolf? A vampire? How? “Scar is a werewolf?” I ask, confusion choking the words as a sob claws its way up my throat.

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.

She closed her eyes and took a deep, shivering breath. "What would you say if I said I might have found some proof about who was behind the attacks?" Sawyer's mouth dropped open. "You did?" Waverly nodded her head and glanced up at him through her eyelashes. "What was it?" "I—" Waverly stopped speaking when she saw his expression—so hopeful and relieved and she was about to crush it. "It's Christopher, Sawyer." Sawyer's face dropped. "What're you talking about?" "I saw a book…in his room."

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Veronica, but Sasha said that you might like a cup of coffee.” Forcing a welcoming smile to her lips, Veronica took the tray from Sasha’s housekeeper. She had been working in the library all morning, painstakingly going through the accounts and costings for the work she had already commissioned for Elsinore Hall. She knew she had to leave everything in perfect order for whoever was going to take her place. But now, even though she hadn’t eaten any breakfast and she knew that she ought to be hungry, the only hunger she had was the neverending, consuming hunger for Sasha’s love. And, as he had made more than plain to her, that was something she could never have.

Their grey, scarred backs hunched where wings had once been taken from them during the Great Purge, when they were separated from their divinity and thrown down among humans. In the center of the main cavern, a communal soul well glowed with pale light. It allowed them to see any part of the mortal world they chose. Right now, it showed Sloane. The Infinity Child was on his shoulder. The same child he had been sent to kill. He looked less like a hunter now and more like a protector. "Her pulse is still beating." The voice came from Xaphan, an elder whose skin looked like cracked parchment. "He was sent to end this girl. Can someone explain to me what exactly I am seeing?"

I just deliberately killed a man. The crowd starts booing me instead of cheering, which I don’t really give a shit about, but it does confuse me. I look back and see Sheril locked in battle with Caspian. Shutting all my emotions off, I stride toward them, looking for an opening, and when I find it, I slip in and lodge my knife into Caspian’s back. This surprises him and distracts him enough. He reaches back with his hands, trying to grab the knife that’s still stuck in him. Sheril takes advantage of this and immediately drives her spear into his chest.

She grabbed her pepper spray and sprayed them relentlessly, making the thugs cough and flinch. "Where did these come from? Speak, or I'll call the cops!" She grabbed a thug's collar with one hand and pressed the dial button with the other. Terrified at the mention of the police, one of the thugs stammered, "It… It was Caspian. He sold them to us…" "And this potion too. He said it would make women uncontrollably aroused…" Aveline froze, her mind reeling as if struck by a jolt of lightning.

" She asked curiously. "I left the house to surprise Asher and he was really happy to see me, so I put the food on the coffee table and we were just talking about silly things when Logan came into the living room to ask Asher for something. He had no ideas that I was around, so he came shirtless and that was when I noticed the scar on his right nipple, it was so obvious Betty and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I gave him the scar myself, both the one on his nipple and on his eyebrows, there is no way I can see it and be uncertain about it, I am sure that Logan is the rapist." I explained as I continued pacing around.