Painted Scars By Neva Altaj Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

"I'm sorry to interrupt...but is this seat taken?" Linessa looked beside her at the empty seat and then at the alpha who held onto the back of it. "No, nobody was sitting there." "Good." He pulled the seat back, the scar on his neck glinting beneath the blue light. Unlike Clive's, his scar was big and noticeable; a line drawn across more than half of his neck. "I'll take it." As he sat down, Linessa took a sip of her whiskey. Two fishes latching onto one bait at the same time...would she lose both or would one let go?

Dale’s POV Amber’s body was a map of wounds, bruises, and scars. The horrified expression on Janine’s face confirmed just how bad I thought it was. The scars did not look like they had been treated by a professional, and so they did not heal correctly. I glanced at Janine, whose eyes were settled on me. She knew I was struggling to hold my wolf together, and I could see her readying herself to hold me back if it came to it.

She had spotted Glenna's name on the contestant list, but organizers said she'd pulled out. So Rhea hadn't thought twice. Now, seeing her here backstage? Yeah, something was seriously wrong. Panic kicked in. She tried to shove Glenna off. Glenna sneered, pressing a knife to her neck. "Don't move. No one's coming. You deserve this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this." She raised her other hand. The hand that once played piano like it breathed now looked wrecked—scars and a brutal slash across the palm.

Alaina Trying to sync with Adrian Martinez was like trying to catch smoke with bare hands. Every time I thought I understood him, he slipped through my grasp, his mood shifting like shadows under moonlight. One minute, he seemed open to cooperation, the next, cold and unreadable. But I was done second-guessing his intentions. Whatever his true motives were, I had one of my own: to see this pack stand tall again. Today marked the long-awaited Pack Games, an annual spectacle held in the Grand Meadow. It was still early, the sun barely brushing the horizon yet sleep had already slipped through my fingers.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

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."

Jacob answered, correcting his first statement, but Jackson just rolled his eyes at him before he noticed something. “What’s that?” he asked his brother, pointing at the stuff he brought with Anna earlier. “Her sketchbook I guess,” Jacob retorted and they both moved closer to it. Picking up the sketchbook, Jackson stared at it in amazement after looking at the first page. “This is amazing.” He let out before showing it to Jacob. It was the same painting Anna had sketched the day she joined Tumblr . A painting of a girl with scars as she outstretched her hand to accept the hand of a man even though it was filled with thorns.

Somebody had to know where Helen-Nora was. Just then, I felt my phone beep in my pocket, and my eyes could barely fathom what they saw. I squeezed the phone tightly in my fist as I kept glaring at what it was. It was a photo of Helen-Nora. She was hung from a ceiling, unclad from her waist upward and a short but clear message was scribbled on her belly. It read: “I'M MUCH CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.” My teeth clenched at the sight. They had even stripped her naked.