Painted Scars Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

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.

They did not notice her. ​As Emiliano walked toward the mansion, he adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. In that moment, the evening light caught the side of his neck and jaw. Amara’s breath hitched. She hadn't noticed it yesterday in the dim light of her old home, but it was undeniable: a faint, almost invisible abrasion tracing the line of his jaw. It looked like a razor burn, but rougher, angrier.

Robert shrugs, his smile never fading. "Good to know," Robert says, walking back toward the line of competitors. "Look who decided to join the gallery," Novalee whispers, nodding toward the northern archway. Nina steps into the sunlight, a heavy leather-bound ledger tucked against her chest. The thin, jagged scars across her cheek catch the light, turning a dark purple in the midday heat. "She looks different," I say, watching her eyes track the movement of the clouds. "The puppet spell always leaves a scar on the mind," Novalee says. "She will spend the rest of her days looking through a cracked window."

Enne reached out, trying to grab her father, but all that remained was a sense of peace that filled her chest. *** Enne woke up slowly, still at the side of Altair who remained awake, watching him. "Everything will be fine," he murmured, confident. Altair turned his head and replied with a steady nod. The two of them got up, their hands intertwined, and walked back towards the campsite-towards the future they were fighting for together. *** The days following Altair and Enne's rapture were peaceful, but also full of repair and healing. The scars of the war against Orion were still evident: damaged houses, partially burned fields, a river that had been polluted by wolfsbane poison now slowly

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

“Don’t worry. I’ll carve a permanent scar this time.” Cain swings his sword at Altarria again. She brushes it off and dashes back. He’s too fast. He’s faster than me, she thinks to herself. As Altarria drowns in her thoughts, Cain suddenly appears in front of her and succeeds inflicting damage on her right waist. Altarria groans in pain. She holds her wound as she runs away. She hides between the ruins. She tries to catch her breath.

For what it was that was keeping her from drifting to sleep. Instead, Nevaeh lifted herself up, leaning on her elbow and tracing his features in the dim light. Aiden lay still under her and let her explore. He wasn’t like the pretty boys she’d grown up with. He had a scar in the middle of his left eyebrow. Nevaeh traced it over and over again with her finger before bending down to brush her lips over it. She found another small scar just under his left eye and then further down on his jaw and neck.

He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” “I wasn’t sure if you’d be turned off by the sight of my scar, it looks disgusting, Alder .” My mate laughed, a rough sound deep in his throat. He gripped my waist, eyes hungry and possessive. “You look like a goddess, Cassie. Your scar doesn’t make you any less desirable for me. Or do you find my scars repulsive? I have plenty of them, from the surgery that almost took my life, from trainings, so many of them.”