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The breeze lifted her hair, brushing it softly against her cheek as she smiled that kind of smile that came from both pain and healing. Her body had fully recovered, though faint scars still lingered along her wrists, reminders of the runic chains Draven had used to bind her. But those scars no longer held pain; they were symbols of endurance, proof that love had triumphed. Behind her, Sebastian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her silently. His wolf stirred within him, content for the first time in many moons. There was something sacred about the sight before him, his Luna, standing tall once more, sunlight woven into her hair, the sound of their children’s giggles filling th

Tracing my fingers over the thin scars that littered his shoulders and upper torso. Opening my eyes, I gave into the desire to look at my mate. His lips were curled into a smile. Blonde hair falling messily over his forehead and into his sparkling violet eyes. The sun played on his skin, painting it in pale bright swatches. It made his scars almost disappear. I had never seen his body without those scars and it made me long for what could have been if he had never met Nash. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about the monster. He was no more. I'd made sure of it.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Logan's nipple. "You know I was joking right?" Logan said but I just can't look at anything else. "Excuse me." He said and left and even though he is no longer standing in front of me, I still can't look at anything else... I can vividly see the scar staring back at me. "Nicole, are you okay." Asher called and tapped me at the same time and that's when I finally snapped out of it, it was like the scar held me in a trance.

ANIKA'S POV:- I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was hell nervous. Everything was perfect but the scar on my face was messing with the look. The dress and everything Adam had brought me, they were all very stunning but I could not help that scar. I just wished it would have gone. But I was not very lucky. I even asked the Celestial if she could make it go away. But she said it was permanent. Celestial was like a God mother to me. She was always nice to me. Whenever I felt lonely, I always went to her. She always made my pains go away. Gulping the nervousness down, I held my head high and stepped out of the room.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

I never knew was there. Lifting the bandage I saw, her skin was pink, a small scar was on her once unmarked skin I touch it with my fingers as I will the moon goddess's gift to my fingers to remove the scar. A spark tingled to my fingertips, spilling a bright light from my hand as heat entered my mate’s skin. A moment later, I removed my hand smooth unblemished skin greeted my eyes. I did the same with the wound on her abdomen, but I couldn’t remove all the scar tissue. She would have a reminder of that night, no matter what she did. I touch the tiny scar, wishing there was more I could do.

“Silly Nicki!” Mable gently touched the scars on her face and comforted, “Nicki, scars are also a part of the body. They are the marks that angels give to children they especially love. The purpose is to be able to find you at a glance among many children, accurately send you blessings, and protect you.” Mable spoke while lifting her sleeve, revealing the scars on her wrist. “Look, Aunt Mable has scars, too.” After that, she lifted Blair’s sleeve, exposing the place on his arm where he had been shot before. “Uncle Blair also has them.”

I smile again and thread my hand into his hair. His scalp is…textured. Pebbly, almost. I run my finger over the skin, trying to make sense of it. A nasty bout of acne? Eczema? My thumb catches the edge of a fine, straight line. They’re scars. His whole head is covered in scars. I clutch my gauzy, powder pink skirt in trembling fingers, caught somewhere between rage and despair. “Fine!” Ryan shouts. “Think I’m making a mistake all you want, Lil. But I’m not going to miss my goddamn—”

"She sounds like she could be one of the Heavenly Alliance." The man with a scar on his face observed Princess Dorothy in excitement as he snickered. "Hey, beautiful! Seeing as you got all worried about the special envoy, are you from the Heavenly Alliance? Have a few drinks with us, and we'll tell you all about Grunt. Deal?" Scarface's eyes stared at Princess Dorothy's body lewdly. He thought that the beautiful lady in front of him must have belonged to the Heavenly Alliance's higher-ups. He would have avoided her at all costs back then, but Skylar Blanc had already captured Grunt. The Heavenly Alliance might as well be nonexistent.