Only Scars In Heaven Novels & Stories

I am sorry to say but you all will never understand what true beauty really is " A tear of happiness leaves Vivian's eyes as she lets his palm cover her cheek. The warmth of his touch soothing her. The crowd goes silent,as if realising the meaning behind Ethan's words. To only lower their cameras and feel ashamed of themselves. "My little Phoenix is the most beautiful girl I have ever met and those who can't see the real her don't deserve to be here." Placing his forehead again hers ,he leans in closer. Making his breath hit her lips. "Her scars are a reminder of her will and I am proud of them." "They show me that she survived in flames of hell to still come out like an angel with a smile o

He was still. He was gone. Her calls were never heard by him. Her tears he never saw, Her face he could not see. The sky was bright, the sun shining bright, But the castles were under a dark black cloud. The queen stopped at the end of the bed, as tears poured down her eyes she felt her heartache. He was gone too soon, he left with too little memories.

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

Her shaking finger points to the top of the long scar which starts at her neck and runs the length of her torso. “We know where it goes baby, you don’t have to tell us.” Christian strains to say the words. I nod in agreement. Christian and I have taken inventory of every scar, mark and blemish on her body, and we have vowed to make Kendrick suffer a hundred fold for each and every one.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

I searched her face, and she looked at me with fear, which made me wondered what could be wrong. "Let me worship your body, mate. Allow me," I bet that wasn't me anymore, I had lost my mind in her estacy. "I… I," she closed her eyes, concerned about her scars "Your scars make you beautiful, mate. Let me kiss each one of them, please," I said, returning to kissing her soft lips. "Trust me," I whispered through the kiss. Her hands weakened, and I continued lowering her dress, baring her to my hungry gaze. I had to control my anger at the first scar; someone had hurt my mate deeply. I kissed each of the scars I came across, and before long, she was naked under me. I kissed each of her scars, ev

i immediately summon scar to show up ,this time i tell him to make a beautiful entry ,because we are finally going to kill someone and this time we are going burn the who city down ,without the demons . I've never seen scam this happy in my life ,smiling with a breath of fire as he appears in the sky and flies around the forest green pack in circles entertaining every one especially the pups what tried catching him ,he finally lands and i hop on his back as he took off ,heading for the direction of the blood moon pack ,somebody please tell them destruction is coming ,the smirk on my face said .

Lucas’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed low and steady, his eyes scanning the deck around us. “Guy’s a piece of work. You good to keep going? Scars is waiting.” I nodded, forcing my focus back into place. “I’m good. Let’s do this.” ***** I took a deep breath, smoothing down the crimson satin of my dress, and pushed the door open. Scars was sitting on a low velvet couch in the corner, a glass of scotch already in his hand. He had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down, exposing the heavy black ink wrapping around his forearms. When the door clicked shut behind me, he looked up.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.