Goodtimeswithscar X Novels & Stories

I was expressionless less and was processing what he said? "Umm..yeah! Thank you!" Was all I could come up with. "Someone has got an admirer!" Becky winked at me. "Yeah..I know who? But H doesn't!" I added sarcastically. "Mean!" She made a Puppy face. "Are we having the time of our life? Yes, we are!" Liam was laughing. We were laughing hard. Suddenly Liam phone was ringing. And after a few seconds, He left us. _______________

I returned to the Grand Meadow venue still gripping the rogue’s severed head, its weight a grotesque reminder of what had just transpired. The moment I stepped into view, the crowd froze. Confusion rippled across most of their faces, but then, like a spark igniting dry leaves, The Blackwood Pack erupted into wild celebration. Cheers erupted from every direction, echoing across the open field with thunderous pride. But I couldn’t feel any of it.

Holding a bottle of champagne in her hand, Scarlett danced on the floor, swaying her hips on symphony. “Finally, Stacy is out of the picture!” She cheered loudly. “That wench dared to disrespect me.” Despite the lively atmosphere, the scarred man sat calmly on the sofa, his attention focused on the laptop screen. Overwhelmed with glee, Scarlett didn’t mind his behavior and spoke excitedly. “All thanks to your help, I was able to get rid of that lowly rogue wolf. I have no regrets marrying Jessica to Damon.” Scarlett raised the bottle to her lips and gulped down the champagne at a record speed. She shook her head and growled.

Without thinking, I asked, “Where did you get that?” He looked down, following my gaze. His fingers brushed the scar. “Training accident. A long time ago.” He paused. “Before… everything.” Before me. Before the bond. Before his world tilted off its axis. The moment felt too intimate. Too quiet. I stood up, the chair scraping on the floor. The sound was loud in the silent room. “You’re better,” I stated, my voice returning to its cool, professional tone. The mediator. The stranger. “The susceptible period has passed?”

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Renee" I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"