Goodtimeswithscar X Novels & Stories

) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot. For those of you who haven't read it yet, you can go check it out. And yes, its ongoing but almost complete. Hehehe... Love yal. ADIOS. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ SCAR'S POV. SCAR'S POV. "Scarlet." A familiar voice calls my name from a distance, and turning around, I saw my best friend, Rex, running towards me. Don't catch up. Don't catch up. Ignore me.

Great it seems we finally have a plan in place this is brilliant. "Road trip back to New Orleans I assume?" Garbiel nods his head and pours himself another glass of Scotch, Then makes another glass of sprite with 2 cherries and one mint leaf in it. and hands it to me. "I was informed Scarlette does not enjoy alcohol he states. "I am Scarlette and no I do not enjoy alcohol, would you prefer Mary?" Gabriel gives me a sheepish look , I roll my eyes

i immediately summon scar to show up ,this time i tell him to make a beautiful entry ,because we are finally going to kill someone and this time we are going burn the who city down ,without the demons . I've never seen scam this happy in my life ,smiling with a breath of fire as he appears in the sky and flies around the forest green pack in circles entertaining every one especially the pups what tried catching him ,he finally lands and i hop on his back as he took off ,heading for the direction of the blood moon pack ,somebody please tell them destruction is coming ,the smirk on my face said .

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 turn my head back. He takes the towel and wraps me in it while also wrapping me up in his arms. My breathing gets heavy as I can feel his firm chest against my back. Sparks are trailing up and down my body. I am on fire, and he knows it. He leans down and whispers in my left ear. "Don't ever hide yourself from me. You're my blessing from the goddess." He kisses down my neck and stops when he gets to my scar. I'm still holding my hand over it. He removes my hand, "I'm sure we'll do something about this." He kisses the black scar a tingle runs through me. I moan; I'm turned on, and I know he can smell it.

His eyes widened a bit and a look I couldn't recognize crossed his eyes, before he quickly his it with a smirk. "Damn! She's one fine piece of ass," he said as he chuckled and looked at Scar. I opened my mouth to say something before Scar quickly moved face to face with the guy. "Look her way again and you're dead," he said in a low growl. I gulped. Marco chuckled nervously. "I was just joking, man." "I wasn't," Scar retorted. "I need a drink," I murmured shakily as I walked off to a nearby bar.

The vulnerability of grief laid bare, I allowed myself to express the depth of my sorrow. Jason, attuned to the shift in my emotions, pulled me into a gentle embrace. His comforting presence provided a sanctuary for the torrents of grief that poured out. "It's okay to let it out, Celicia. I'm here for you," he murmured, his words a soothing melody in the midst of the emotional storm. In that moment, surrounded by the hushed whispers of the funeral attendees, I surrendered to the waves of grief. The collective mourning seemed to echo my individual sorrow, creating a symphony of shared pain.

He was proud. Time to tell them the news. Group chat: Happy campers 🐺 Me: Seb just found his mate Seb's not in the group chat — thank the Goddess. Xander and I talked about adding him after camp, but yeah, not anymore. I have a strong feeling I’ll need a safe space to scream into the void. Brant: Oh wow, who is it? Me: A girl called Rebecca Winter from our pack. Scented her the second he got out of the car.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

"I heard your little outburst about your taste in men. Men with scars on their neck, huh?" He tilted his head, deliberately showing his scar to her. Linessa laughed. "It's pretty..." She told him. "But you don't suit my taste." "And why is that?" "You're marked...you have a mate and perhaps even a kid. Go home to them."