Novel & Cerita No Scars In Heaven

The hard impact threw him toward into the seat in front of him . The front of the plane has been stripped away from the body as they bounced across the Rocky earth . Finally the plane came to a stop and there was almost complete silence . The crying ,Screaming and rumbling of the plane had come to an end.

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

I can't fight nor move, my strength got drained instantly. "Silas!" I tried to shout, but even my voice is weak that it can't reach him. "This won't last" "Silas and you should die tonight," My eyes widen when I saw a red dot on Silas's chest. I want to scream, but my voice is too weak to let it out. "P-please n-no," I said, pleading to the man behind me. My mind went blank, my face paled as I saw the red dot on everyone's chest, no one did even notice except the two of us who's standing in the middle..

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

The measure had long since passed 27 ounces, but he didn't show any sign of stopping. My field of vision was already starting to go dark, and I felt energy and warmth being drawn out of my body mercilessly. Along with it, went any last vestiges of lingering affection I had, left from the thirty years we spent together. And so, I passed out again. When I woke up again, I faced a white ceiling, the overwhelming scent of disinfectant, and the inside of my arm, bruised and swollen from being punctured. I wasn't dead. In the room next door, I heard Mia's delicate sobs.

Then she lowered her eyes to look at the scars that extend from the bottom of his ribs to the top of his shoulder. Her face came close to hers and her deep scars were imprinted on his soul with light, gentle kisses while she closed her eyes and said to him in a whisper.. "I can make these scars disappear if you allow me to cross the walls around your heart" Angelo didn't give her a chance to look at him again. She grabbed her cheeks and lifted her to look at him while he lowered her head to lie behind her on the white bed sheets, and he climbed up her body and kissed her lips with lust and desire, the power of his kisses that came to her in an instant did not give her time to object..

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

He nodded, lip quivering. "You know, once you get to heaven, you'll get all your beautiful hair back. You can eat whatever you want and not get any cavities. You can stay up as late as you wish and there are always cartoons on TV. There aren't any of these tubes or wires. And when you scrape your knee, it doesn't even hurt. God has lots of windows there where you can look out to see how your mommy and daddy are doing." As if I needed another reason to fall in love with her, there was example five-hundred and three.