Painted Scars By Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

He raised a brow. "My eyes? What about them?" "They're no longer grey" I said and he threw me a questioning look. "They are not?" "They are indigo now. Do you feel any different?" I asked and his frown deepened. "There's a weird tingling feeling on my face" he stated and a gasp slipped out of my lips when I saw that the scar on his face was quickly fading away. "Oh my God" I breathed, my fingers brushing his scarless face. "Your scar is gone, Altan" I breathed and his eyes widened.

Like I said, I know that the scar doesn't deduct her beauty, but the look she has in her eyes as she looks at it says otherwise. I wish I knew how to make her love herself. I wish I knew how to make her stop looking at her scars as a disgusting reminder of her pain and I wish she would look at it as a badge that symbolizes her power of survival. Ella had helped me see that in myself. The ugly scars I have on my back used to make me hate my existence. But after seeing her painting with the dark butterfly with purple cuts on its wings, I couldn't help but see them as a trophy that showed my survival.

My cheeks kept on burning whenever I saw him topless. It has been two days since we got back home from the resort, but still, my mind kept on remembering what had happened on the beach, and more whenever I see his back that is full of my scratches. I looked away quickly when he took a glance at me. I held the paintbrush firmly and forced myself to focus on the painting that I couldn't completely finish. It was still the sunset. I just needed to complete the minor finishing touches. But then, I cannot do so since Delton keeps on walking around me, letting me see his naked back with my scratches.

I crawled quietly out of the bag and rushed up to my room and got my makeup kit, I returned downstairs and they were still sleeping. I started first with Erick, I painted his cheeks with mascara and added lipstick on his lips messing up his face. I did same with Jack and Jace. And for Stacey creamy cheese on both her palms. I giggled and went to the kitchen. I filled a bucket with cold water and went back to them.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

**Elara Falls Ill** The once-bustling den of the pack, a place of laughter and camaraderie, had transformed into a sanctuary of despair, shrouded in a somber stillness that was almost palpable. In the heart of this space, nestled among the softest of grasses and verdant leaves, lay Elara, the pack's esteemed healer—her presence a calming beacon now muted by the grasp of illness. A heavy silence enveloped the den, punctuated only by her shallow, labored breaths and the anxious shuffling of her companions, Caden and Lily, who were desperately trying to provide solace during this harrowing time.

Though I couldn't reach my former level, I had recovered about 80% of it. Using the honors and certificates I had earned before, I found work as a piano teacher. After leaving Ryan, life seemed to improve, little by little. But sometimes, in the dead of night, I'd wake up from nightmares. In these dreams, Ryan stood coldly, holding a chair, advancing toward me step by step. No matter how much I pleaded, he didn't stop. And then he raised the chair, smashing it down onto my hands. The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile.

Once we became friends, she even volunteered to help me keep an eye on Alexander. "Alice, you should focus on your work!" she said with a twinkle in her big eyes. "If any girl tries to get close to Alexander, I'll be the first to shoo her away!" Sometimes, Alexander would get so lost in painting that he forgot to answer my texts. She would send me pictures to let me know he was okay: [He's safe in the art studio.] I used to feel bad about not liking her at first, so I decided to treat them to dinner on Alexander's birthday.

But agreeing was easier than explaining why I hadn't, so I let it stand. Wren was pretty in a sharp kind of way, all cheekbones and appraisal. Neve had a burn scar running the length of one forearm that she didn't bother hiding under her sleeve. "Sit, sit." Thea pulled the chair out for me herself, and I caught the look Wren and Neve traded over my head. "I've been telling them how well you've settled in. Haven't I?"