Goodtimeswithscar X Novels & Stories

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

This may be the end of Scarred Under Moonlight, but it's not the end of my stories. Until we meet again in another story, under another moon. With heartfelt gratitude and appreciation, S.A. RIVERS

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

She slightly moaned as he bit her skin Jaxon was done with what he was intending to do as he attached her seatbelt and flashed a victorious smile. Rosalina realized as she jumped and looked at the window glass turning her head. She saw a big reddish-purple scar and her eyes widened. Jaxon was already driving with a satisfied smirk. She started hitting him. "What the fuck did you do!?!" She spat "Ow! Do you want me to crash the car or something? I didn't know you love me this much that you are willing to die together." He said teasingly

I rolled my eyes, turning to see the person I least liked. “Of course I didn't, Scarlet!” I snarked. “Xavier didn't let me,” the response with a smirk on my face made the one on hers vanish. “He likes to keep it rough and deep, you know. Usually drags it for the whole night. Now that kind of pleasure can surely not let me sleep at night. Why would I want to anyway when it's that good?”

I grinned. Jean and I became good friends, in just days. He was a cashier in this supermarket and I had met him to ask if I could sell my cookies here in a nameless jar. That was the first time we met. He agreed even without contacting his boss and now… as you know…. His super nice boss accepted me and more of me. It's just weird how ever since I met Mr. Scarpa reality has been hitting hard on me. Both the good and the bad side of life. Unlike with Benedetto that life was where he and his mother were. I'm thankful for Mr. Scarpa.

Hope you will smile more in the future. And yes. One last thing. I made you our coffee one last time. It's kept on the kitchen counter. Drink it. I am packed and done now. Hope to see you in future in happy times. You have made me independent and strong enough.Thank you. And don't worry about me. I will be perfect fine. Exploring and starting my life again to make it better. See you again, Ardo Goodbye. Yours sincerely, Scarlett ( Ex Beta)

Scar nodded. Eric pulled the chair out for me to sit. A young woman came in with bottle of champagne and four glasses on a tray. She placed it on the table. "Hey, get me a two packs of cigarettes. This is the last stick of the one I'm currently with." Scar said to the waitress. "Scar, when last did you go to the medics for your checkup?" I asked. The rate at which she consumed weed was quite alarming. I don't want to lose her anytime soon.

She rolls her eyes and storms off. Rita, my wife, has a temper. I head into the office. For a while, I can lose myself in work, but around midday I shoot Ford and Carmine a text, unwilling to leave this evening entirely to chance. Scar: Hey boys, listen up, I'm bringing someone to dinner at the Oak Club tonight. Don't freak out. Ford: Sorry, what now? You're bringing a date? Scar: Yes, something like that. Carmine: Wow. Fuck. But what does something like that mean, exactly?