Painted Scars Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

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

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

She stepped down from the car, looking around, she asked him for her friend's Tina and Bella, he ignored her. “Come on,” he held out his hand towards her. She held a deep breath, a moment of silence stretched between them, as they walked into the church. Aria revealed her eyes by lowering her sunglasses very slowly. People gasped when they recognized her. Their stares pierced through her like she was being stabbed. Despite the stares, Aria maintained her composure and walked forward with raised chin. Her damaged skin showed both an unnatural color and an unbalanced texture. Aria showed her original beauty on one side of her face but the other side revealed the permanent marks of her nightmar

He arrived at the clearing moments later, and the sight that greeted him ignited a fire he could barely contain. Nerina was sprawled on the ground, blood staining her side and darkening the dust. Her face was pale, and yet her eyes were wide, fierce even through the fear that pricked at her gaze. Aleron’s wolf let out a roar, low and guttural, reverberating through the clearing, shaking the air and startling the warriors who had accompanied her. Aleron stepped forward, the muscles in his body taut, ready to strike at anyone who had harmed her, though none had.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE Tali’s scar is something I don’t like to acknowledge, because if I’m being honest, it creeps me out. It’s a long, ugly scar on the left side of her face, from her eye down to the side of her mouth. It’s staring you in the face every time you look at her, so it’s hard to miss, almost impossible, unless you’re only looking at her from the right side.

But the sight before me has my blood boiling. The Red Blood Pack members that are here gasp along with the other packs. My mate is straight out bawling for her daughter. Ella has a blue sports bra and blue spandex shorts on. Her hair is up and out of her face. She has a S scar on her cheek. She has a nasty scar on her leg that looks like a wolf tore it apart. Her arms, stomach, legs and her back look like she was sent through a wood chipper. How much pain and torture has she suffered all these years. This is the girl in those pictures and my heart is breaking for my little girl.

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?"

I worry I’ll wear these scars forever. Stepping out of the shower, I wipe the condensation from the mirror and freeze. A mark lingers on my neck, darker and more stubborn than the others. Deep red, tinged with purple. My fingers press against it, watching the color blanch before seeping back into its original hue. A pleasurable tingle ripples down my spine. That’s new. Is this one different from the others? It reminds me of the one Braden has on his ribs but I thought that was a birthmark. I'm sure I haven't always had this here ... Have I?

She climbed the stairs, her thoughts spiraling. This was how it always started. Small moments. Innocent reasons. Little lies she told herself so often they started to sound like the truth. Nia’s room was exactly as Aire remembered it—clothes everywhere, candles half burned, pictures of them taped to the mirror. She grabbed the laptop from the bed and paused, staring at a photo of the two of them smiling wide, arms linked like nothing could ever come between them. Guilt tightened her chest. You’re a terrible friend, her mind whispered.