Invisible Scars Rod Wave Novels & Stories

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

Every few seconds my eyes drag back anyway. Leon drives one-handed, the other resting loosely against the center console, tattooed fingers flexing occasionally like violence still lives beneath his skin and hasn’t fully settled. The city lights sliding through the windshield paint shadows across the hard lines of his face, catching briefly against the black ink spread across his throat. The moth looks darker at night. Its wings disappear beneath the collar of his shirt, and every time he swallows, the ink shifts with the movement. I hate that I keep staring at his mouth, I hate that my body still remembers him dragging me into the SUV, the strength in his arms, the rough sound of his voice a

She isn't at fault nobody is at fault. "You want us to lie to the Ashford about your identity?" Dad said, looking at me like I have grown two heads. I meekly nodded my head. I did not know what to say. Maddie was glaring at me from where she was standing. "Maddie look, I know you love and care about me. If you do, please support me on this. Please Maddie, mum dad I know I can do it. Just have faith in me. Nothing is going to happen"

I asked. "Hmm," was his only response. We then sat in silence until Rose returned. She handed Alpha Rivers a shirt that belonged to Tobias and another towel. He nodded before Rose went to the kitchen to help her mate. Alpha Rivers stood and turned his back to me before he took off his shirt. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his back perfectly straight and strong and his skin golden brown. But I couldn't help but notice the scars. They stretched over his shoulder blades and around his ribs and in every angle over his spine. Thin and faint but certainly visible, even in the low light of the room.

Why wouldn't she cry for the previous owner and her own seemingly death? But she didn't explain, she just handed them the mirror, and said, "It's okay, I don't care much about it anyway. Moreover, according to the doctor, it's not that the scar can't be cured." "Miss, I'm happy you think so. I'm very relieved." Vira wiped away her tears, her face showing a little sign of relief. Nella said with a degree of confidence. "Miss, your luck in this life is truly special. You're blessed by the spirits of the heavens. I believe that, in no time, the scar on your face will be completely healed, and you'll be as beautiful as ever."

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.