Only Scars In Heaven Novels & Stories

"I'm on my fucking way. You'd better be laying on your fucking bed when I get there, and you better be in nothing but those black heels that I fucking love you in." "Yes, Daddy, I will be." Smiling, I quickly get undressed and sprint naked to my closet, searching for the black heels that Deacon loves. I spot them immediately, grab them, and turn around to go back to my room, but I'm stopped by my reflection in the mirror; my scars are screaming at me from my back. A wave of anxiety and panic ripples through me when I think of every fücking time I got one of the hundreds of scars on my damn back. I lean against the wall to support myself as my eyes close and my head gets fuzzy and light. Whil

“If that bastard didn’t kill my parents, who did?” Freck still doesn’t respond, so Heaven’s eyes diverts to his gloved left hand. She grabs the wrist and struggles to tug off the glove. Freck doesn’t stop her. When the glove finally comes off, Heaven gasps out, her chest tightening. The tears that pooled in her eyes roll down her cheeks, and her lips quiver as she silently shed her pain. “You… please tell me it’s not you…” she chokes out. Freck retrieves his hand and covers the slash scar across the back with his other hand.

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."

And I'm willing to pull this through. The car stopped and I guessed we where at the church. Dad opened the door first for mum and Maddie to get out and the flashes of light out there showed that the media was around. He stretched his hands out for me to take as he lead me to the entrance of the church. The paparazzi were following us and taking pictures Ave Maria by Beyoncé was playing at the background. This looks just like my wedding not Emily's. Everything I wanted to do at my wedding has been made.

“Oh, shit, kid.” Scars shook his dark head, the kitchen light making the scars on his face glow very white. “You got problems.” “You don’t know the half of it.” “There’s more?” “There’s a woman. An amazing woman, a woman that I love.” “Awww, crap.” Scars reached for the bottle, decided it was time to break out the triples. Maybe even start swigging straight from the bottle neck. “You seeing someone?” “I was, until this happened.”

"Take it." One of the other men was already rifling through my jacket, pulling out my phone, my wallet. "Nice phone," he commented, scrolling through it. "Password?" "Go to hell." He shrugged and smashed it against my car's hood. The screen shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the concrete. "Like I said," Scarface repeated, pocketing my watch. "Nothing personal. But stay away from things that don't belong to you." They climbed back into their sedan and drove off, leaving me standing in my driveway, bleeding from a dozen small cuts from the broken glass.

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

She spread her legs wide open for him to have access to her lower opening and he wasted no time taking long stripes on the her needy clit with his tongue and sucking all her virginal juices in his mouth. Before she could come done, he hurriedly took off his clothes and slid his hard stick into her vagina. He’s strokes gradually becoming faster and deeper . Their moans were loud as the pleasure became too much to handle. After the third round, they both came and where sexually satisfied with each other. Frank gave Laura a peek on her forehead and said.“ From now on, we will do this healing thing together and I promise to love you in spirit and in truth.”

Favian gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be back, I want to attend to some things.” He said, and I nodded, continuing to move around on my own But then, just as I started to feel at ease, I saw her. Coral. What was she even doing here? She was not even a Luna. She stood a few feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes locked on me like a hawk eyeing its prey. My heart sank as I met her eyes. I hadn’t expected to see her here, not tonight. I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack.

Skylar turned back around to see Cheyenne looking at herself in the mirror. Skylar came up behind her and saw what she saw. All of her scars from her past. He has seen then when they were making love but thought it had added to her. Cheyenne looked away from herself in the mirror but Skylar held her head back up. “Don’t do that.” He said. “What?” She whispered. “Don’t look at yourself with such hate and disgust. These scars are not your fault and they don’t make you weak.” Skylar traced the whip and knife scars on her back that Nadia had told him about and studied them.