Painted Scars Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

Who hit him? He moves his hand away and then pulls at the two upper buttons on his shirt to provide enough freedom to bare his shoulder. I saw that the wound had already closed up, showing a thick red angry scar. But I also noticed something else. There is a dark tinge to the edge of the scars that looks very much familiar. This is a wound born of Wildsilver. I know this as I know that my name is Neerah! I can't imagine how much it would have hurt. I can still feel the burning pain if I closed my eyes.

I tear my arm out of Yuri’s grip, ignoring the sharp pain shooting up my torn tendons, and hurl myself straight at the Maybach’s rear door. “Irina!” I scream, slamming both of my bloody palms against the tinted glass. “Irina, it’s me! Look at me!” The window rolls down another four inches, revealing a perfectly sculpted face framed by dark, glossy hair. Her skin is immaculate, her lips painted rose-pink, a cashmere sweater draped over her shoulders. Irina’s pale eyes lock onto mine. For a fraction of a second, the sweet, composed mask completely slips. Her jaw goes tight, her pupils dilating as she stares at my soot-covered cheeks, my matted hair, and my bleeding wrists.

Almira said, panicking. I just sat on the couch but I Anita screamed. “What the f*ck, Anita? Why would you–AHHHH!” Anita and I are both screaming then Kate came in panting. “Why?” She asked. “Auntie Kate! Auntie Tatiana is bleeding!” She said. Kate walked towards me and guide me to breathe. “You don’t have to panick, Tati. This is kind of normal for some mother’s,” she said, distracting me. “Tell Alexander to hurry up ’cause it’s freaking hurts!”

It was as if she was burned alive. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nevea, hey….” Zach’s jaw dropped as he noticed that the wound he had bitten emerged another scar; it trailed to half of her neck, leaving the front part clean.

"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?

Her lips were painted a dark, bruised plum. She looked lethal. She looked expensive. She walked over to him, her heels clicking on the wet pavement. She stopped inches away. She saw the look in his eyes—the shock, the hunger, and the anger he was trying to suppress. "Don't stare, Prince," Nova murmured. "You'll blow our cover." "I'm assessing the disguise," Altair lied, his voice tight. "It's... adequate." "It's uncomfortable," Nova corrected, adjusting the strap on her shoulder. "I have a throwing knife strapped to my thigh and a signal jammer in my clutch. I feel like a walking Radio Shack."

She stared at Alita as if she was afraid to reveal her identity. She sigh deeply before she finally lowered her head and removed the mask, her neck remain down for a few seconds before she looked up. Alita gasped, her eyes remained wide open as she stared at the girl's face in mixed emotions. Tears filled her eyes, blocking her vision and she had to blink once and let the tears flow freely. The faint scar Alita had noticed under the girl's left eye has a huge connection to an ugly-looking scar that ran through her chin to her left ear. Her eyes were moist as she was trying to fight back the burning tears in her eyes.

"You suddenly turned pale." I exhaled, releasing the tension, and smiled at her. "Everything is fine. I just realized that I have a few bad memories to erase and rewrite." "Damn right you do!" Nessa stated, crossing her arms over her chest. I grinned at her, loving her regained confidence. Thanks to Nova's healing ointment, Nessa's scars were almost invisible and easy to hide under not-so-heavy makeup. Now she finally resembled the cheerful, and sweet Nessa I once met in Silverville. It felt like eons ago.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.