Painted Scars Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

Watching his steps ,He moved bit by bit . He is sure he is close to where the couches are placed .As he took another step,his forehead hit a wall ...He fell down and lost consciousness. Her eyes are blue ....,her nose pointed ,small lips that form a love shape. Her hair is blonde and it fell on her shoulder .She is putting on a yellow headband ,Gold chain and gold earrings. Her nose is pierced and she have a small tattoo on her arm . She is putting on red baggy trouser and yellow crop top.

Leon was standing still but his eyes are sharp and active, ready to shoot anything that moves. Agnes didn't dare. She didn't move and stood still while her pale face was illuminated by the moon's mocking light. She was disheveled, far from the gracious and precious image that she carried for almost 19 years. Her red hair was like a bird's nest with blades of green grasses and dirt on top of it. She has a small wound on her pale cheeks, corner of her right eye, and lips and they were bleeding. The red blood slid down slowly on her face, painting it red.

She was upset about being hit over the back of the head. Nueva sighed; she wanted to agree with Eira because she was upset too. But glancing at his beautiful sleeping face looking innocent and boyish, her heart didn't want to listen to her brain. The dark stubble on his relaxed jawline looked thicker, and Nueva caught herself thinking about how it would feel to have it tickle her most private parts. Under one of his eyebrows, she could see a pale scar stretching down past his eyelid. She hadn't noticed it before now. Alpha Gray's short dark hair was perfectly styled even in his sleep, and Nueva instinctively tried tangling her fingers through her bird nest-like hair and sighed- if only she w

No matter how distrustful they were of him, no one would dare challenge him. Nebraska sighed, she had no choice. She turned around and pulled her blouse over her head covering her chest but exposing her back, specifically, the horrible large tooth scar that refused to fade. A moan came from the mouth of some and Hades had to squeeze their hands and hold himself in place so as not to go out to where she was. How much had she been hurt so that a wound like that wasn't healing? And more with the skill of the wolf that was next to him, which he looked at and he responded with a movement of the head.

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.

“Ladies, this is the Alpha of Tri-Moon and my son, Gunner” The Alpha. She is Mated to the Alpha. That means this is her Mate. He stood tall and strong. His white button-down shirt sat untucked and crumpled over his large muscular chest. His dark blonde hair was scruffy and a little long, coming down close to his shoulders. As I gazed over his handsome young face, I saw the remnants of a scar leading towards his ear. The skin was healed but had left behind what looked like a burn mark. His ear itself was missing the top section. A dark pink and jagged semi circle remained where the piece of flesh had been ripped from. A battle wound perhaps.

As I turn away from the mirror, my ugly scars catch my eye. I sigh, tracing the ugly, black vein looking scars that travel up and down the left side of my body and stop at the base of the back of my neck. I lost some of my memories that day my mother, aunt Katerina and I killed Alastor, but I used too much power and now have the scars to remind me. I force myself away from the mirror and step into the steaming hot shower. I let it cascade down my back, allowing the hot water to relax my muscles.

Altar dived away and rolled on the snow scanning the figure infont of him. "Ugly face, white fur....well I'll be damned" Altar whistled," This what Balon was talking about huh?" The yeti roared and beat its chest. Altar tried to keep his cool, the weather was too cold for him he felt as thought he was freezing. The wounds in his palms under the bandages began hurting again, including the one on his shoulder.

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.

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"