Dabi Without His Scars Novels & Stories

"Stay away from me! Cause I don't want a whore like you around me!" He spat with every ounce of anger in him making Rosalina's heart shatter into pieces. _________________________________ Rosalina's life takes a full turn when her affectionate boyfriend, Jaxon turns into a viscous and venom spitting demon and goes on humiliating her, for three years. Rosalina remains in the dark, unaware of the sin she committed until one day Jaxon realises what mistake he had committed were just on basis of a misunderstanding, but it was too late to rectify. The scars were already too deep to be healed. How will he mend everything now? _________________________________ Thank you for reading! *All rights reserved*

Lillian Wilson, upon losing her boyfriend in a car accident, changes completely, The guilt of surviving the accident continues to eat her up until she meets a mysterious guy, Camden Millier, who sweeps her off her feet and introduces her to a world of healing and emotional connections. Will Lillian be able to love again? What is the secret that Camden is keeping from her? Will they be able to heal together or Will they have to let go of each other?

Emily deceives Emeline her twin sister and all her family members. She crushed their souls and nearly brought disgrace to the family. You can't do this me, remember you left him on your wedding day. "You would have disgraced mum and dad." I reprimanded. "Emeline, I made a mistake yes I made a mistake by leaving him on the altar on our wedding day that was my biggest mistake trust me. I do regret it. I wish there is something I could do about it." Emily said. "But I'm here to set things right. I'm here to take back what is mine; I'm here, so you are not needed anymore." Emily harshly said. Emily leaves her husband to be at the altar on their wedding day, Emeline been the angel she is decided to save the day. Some few months after the wedding, Emily comes back claiming what is rightfully hers but stupidly threw it all away. Will Emeline be the feeble being she has always been and let her sister have her way or will she fight for what is rightfully hers. Follow me on the triangle love story. Scars of love is one massive and hell of a story. Cover by: EB_Writes

His face is so close, he can almost taste him. His fingers twitch, fighting the urge to grip his hips harder. He never imagined feeling this way about the boy. He tries to fight it, but it's nearly impossible. Something is calling to him. Something is gripping his heart, and tugging it, pulling him toward the boy with an unknown force. ~§~ It's not easy being different from everyone else, or something your parents, and the rest of the world doesn’t want you to be. It's not easy when you love someone everyone says you shouldn't. Diving into the world of homelessness at the age of seventeen was hard. The streets weren't easy, but somehow the young 19-year-old still smiles. The man takes an interest in him. He takes him under his wings, and gives him a place to live. He's different from everyone. He doesn't look down on him. Things become complicated... More complicated than either could have imagined. A life altering news is devastating, and the boy struggles to come to terms with it. It wasn't easy, but he made his pace with it. But will the man make peace with it? Can he let him go? Can he learn how to breathe without him?

A drunken mistake binds arrogant playboy Jake to shy, invisible Natalie. Betrayal, tragedy, and a broken engagement drive them apart-until years later when they are thrown together by Fate. She comes back as the doctor who can save his life, and the secret she carries may build or destroy everything for him all over again.

Michael Evans, the heir to Evans Enterprises is being pressured to get a spouse so he can reproduce an heir to keep up their legacy. But what happens when he tries to elope with his disapproved lover and along the way, he gets involved in a car crash and forgets everything about his past life? What will become Michael's end?

Six years of marriage. All passion at night, but never tenderness in the daylight. Amelia Sinclair loved Christopher Zephyr deeply, and she swallowed the bitterness as if it were sweet. Her own daughter wasn't allowed to call him father, yet the son of his first love sat on his lap, learning to say the word "dad". The entire family treated that adopted boy as a precious heir, while her own flesh and blood was treated like a shameful stain. It wasn't until Amelia and her daughter paid with their lives—until Christopher signed the cremation papers with his own hand and then took the boy to attend his first love's welcome banquet—that Amelia finally understood. Love couldn't win love. A heartless man had no heart to give. When Amelia was reborn, she swore she would never again cling to that cold and humiliating marriage. In her past life, she had foolishly given up her studies, content to be a housewife and devote herself to her family. In this one, she submitted the divorce papers without hesitation, took her daughter far from the mire, and rebuilt her career until she stood at the top again. In the first week after Amelia left, Christopher dismissed it as one of her tantrums. By the first month, he brushed it off completely. It didn't matter to him what she did, so it was fine to let her go. Later on, he saw her again, standing tall among the industry's elite! Amelia was focused only on her career, and her daughter was focused only on finding herself a new father. And Christopher finally realized that they really didn't want him anymore. The man lost all reason. The one who had always been cold, proud, untouchable, suddenly threw away his dignity. He blocked the mother and daughter pair in full view of everyone, his voice breaking as he pleaded, "Honey, I'll kneel here if I have to. Please... just love me one more time."

My husband, Ronan Kade, and his best friend, Brynn Halcyon, were far too intimate for my liking. At a celebration party, Brynn openly bragged that he was so obedient that he did whatever she asked. When I accused her of not having boundaries, Ronan defended her at every turn and accused me of overreacting. The moment I turned and walked away, he was driven mad with regret.

Corisande knows her fiance is destined to her. She has seen it in the fire. As a witch turned vampire she's a great commodity and betrothed to the vampiric prince. A man she knows only be reputation. But is this the same man who will her or is more going on then she ever realised?

After the Ferguson family went bankrupt, I gave up everything I had and followed Ethan Ferguson to Stormbay. Five years later, he had fought his way back into the top three on the Forbes rich list. He rebuilt the empire everyone believed he had lost for good. He never mentioned marriage, no matter how much we had been through together. I did not understand the reason until the night before Memorial Day. I woke after midnight and saw Ethan standing alone on the terrace of our beachfront house. The cold ocean wind swept through the darkness while he lit three white candles one by one. Their flames flickered softly against the night. He faced the distant horizon across the sea and lowered his voice. “Mom, Dad… I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you again this year.” He paused, and his expression softened. “However, please keep watching over Vivi. Keep her healthy… and bless the two of us with a long, happy life together.” Warmth spread through my chest as I listened. My health had never been good, and every year near Memorial Day, Ethan refused to let me exhaust myself with the long trip home. He always went alone to visit his parents’ graves while I stayed behind in Stormbay. This year, when I saw the homesickness in his eyes, I decided to surprise him. I wanted to make the trip in his place. I never expected my entire world to collapse the moment I arrived at the cemetery. Ethan’s name was carved into the headstone. Beside it was the name of another woman. Olivia Ferguson. My gaze drifted lower. A framed family photograph sat at the foot of the headstone. Its edges had curled from the ocean wind. In the picture, Ethan held a little blond-haired boy in his arms. The child looked no older than three. Olivia stood beside him, smiling softly at the camera. A sharp pain cut through my chest. Only then did I understand the truth. The “Vivi” Ethan prayed for was never Vivian. It had been Olivia all along.