Novel & Cerita Only Scars In Heaven

There was no 'us' in our future - We didn't have a future. By the goddess of creation, he is beautiful. I think while my eyes stay locked on him. Maybe not in your traditional way, but still, Kian's body tells a story, his scars weren’t a disfigurement to me, they were him, his map of life, everywhere he had been and everything he had experienced. And to me, that was sexy as all get out.

I flung it aside. Gasps exploded around the hall. Underneath, I wore black underwear. A simple top and briefs that left most of my skin bare. Pale flesh. Hard lines of muscle. And scars. So many scars. White lash marks carved down my back and thighs, some raised, some twisted, crisscrossing like a twisted landscape. “What in the—” “By the Moon…” “Who did that to her?”

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..

* "*—there will be no negotiation. No treaty. Only FIRE. Until nothing remains but ash.*" Luna pulled her hands back. Gasping. The connection severed. The Scorchmark went dark. But the heat lingered. As did her father's words. *Save both.* *Or watch everything burn.* Luna stood. Turned. Found Orion, Rhea, Scar, and Seris staring. They had heard nothing. Seen only Luna kneeling on black glass, glowing with demonic light. "What happened?" Orion demanded. Luna looked at him. At his beloved face. At the tether connecting them.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

“I thought you would have learnt some manners by now?” “I would have.” Something dangerously low resonated under Xander’s voice. “If you had learned to stop flirting with any woman you saw.” “Beautiful woman, you mean.” Oliver let out a loud laugh, before drawing his gaze back to me. I watched something dark flicker in his eyes for a bit, before disappearing again. “And Kieran here isn't just beautiful, she's a goddess. A reincarnation of the moon goddess herself.” “Don't you dare.” Xander warned and I almost grinned at how territorial he sounded. “Don't you try to…”

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

Nick stated and made to leave . He remembered something and turned back to face her . “And btw(by the way ),Bella isn’t ugly “He said and with that ,he walked away . Flora stood transfixed on a spot not expecting his outburst at all . “What .....what just happened ?.....” Suzy is seated on the bed staring at space .She is tired of crying already .What the use of wasting her tears when it sure she can’t escape from the hell zone . She is tired of been used as a toy and sex slave but there was nothing she can do .

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.

Gabriel awoke with a start, gasping for breath. That was him, the man in the dream. Slowly he released his breath, and his hand touched the tattoo on his chest. He knew his name, he'd said it in the dream. Nick. He was tall and bright, happy, laughing his head off. He was also stark naked. Gabriel closed his eyes and conjured up the sight in his dream, this beautiful, golden man, muscles as he'd never imagined, and those muscles were going to be wrapped around him. He looked like a bloody rock star!