I've Got Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

# 𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 � �𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙.

“A life for a life. A willing trade for a wound you did not earn.” My chest hollows. The words fall around me like a blade. I try to pull the ropes again; the fibers groan and sing. The magic is a pressure under my skin, tugging at my heartbeat. Each pulse answers with a tiny siphon—cold fingers drawing heat, drawing light.

“Don’t let her get under your skin.” I wanted to snap. I wanted to tell him he had nothing to worry about, that I could handle a little mean girl. But my body betrayed me. The heat that rose in my chest, the tightness in my stomach, the ache that spread across my collarbone it all screamed that I was far more affected than I wanted to admit.

Soft golden light shone under my skin, pulsing like a heartbeat. "Elara," I said, my voice shaking. "Look at this. What is happening to me now?"

Maybe there really is something wrong with me, because every single time I give someone my heart, they crush it in their fists and leave me bleeding around their feet. My heart is probably made of wool.

The bright halogen light penetrates my sensitive eyes, making my head pound and my eyes water. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I close my eyes and flinch slightly when they pick me up from the gurney and settle me on top of the bed. Each doctor takes a leather cuff and straps me to the bed while my father inspects my arms and legs. “Her muscles feel denser and more defined, which is common for Hunters.” When he takes out a scalpel and tries to cut my forearm, I almost lose it. It’s only when he pulls away, and I see that my skin is unmarred that I calm down. “Her skin is also thicker. Almost impermeable.”

And I might've thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons And I want it and I wanted it bad but there were so many red flags. Now another one bites the dust Yeah, let's be clear, I trust no one you did not break me I'm still fighting for peace will I've got thick skin and an elastic heart But your blade might be too sharp I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard Yeah, I may snap, and I move fast You won't see me fall apart Cause I've got an elastic heart

My skin is flushed, sensitive, alive in ways I didn’t know were possible. There’s no going back from this! Not now or ever!

At last minute, I heard Artemis growl by my side pulling me close and all the whistle silenced. It was then it dawned on me what they were for. I didn’t want to brag but I particularly felt sexy in this. My stomach was bare and the tight hugged on my skin like it was a second layer of the skin. My curves were on the open. I’ve seen myself in the mirror multiple times, I’m what people would likely describe as ‘slim thick.’

If he kept talking low and dirty to her, she’d come for sure. “It itches, like a thousand ants are marching over my skin. I need to rub somewhere—anywhere. My muscles are poised just on the edge so that if they tighten even an eighth of a centimeter I’ll explode. I burn inside like a river of molten lava is flowing through my veins.”