Precious Scars Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

She had big brown eyes and eyelashes that didn't seem to stop. When we reached her she held her hand out and said hello my name is scarlet I am the Beta of the blue moon crescent pack, it's nice to meet you. If you follow me we will take you to Alpha Nico. Then two men came up to us and took our bags off us and carried them outside. As soon as I walked out of the airport the heat hits me. I wasn't going to like it here I don't do very well in the heat and I didn't bring any sunglasses with me so until I could get some I will be doing a lot of squinting. They put our bags in the boot and we all climbed into the car where thank God the air con was on. Scarlet climbed in the front.

"Before you return, go to the city. Pick up a parcel from the bespoke shop on Obsidian Lane. It's under the name 'Shadow.' Don't ask questions." I left Rhys to his bloody logistics and made my way back to my quarters. My mind raced with the conflicting images: the sheer vulnerability of her scars, the surprising warm jolt of skin against skin, and the terrifying, all-consuming need to eliminate the fear in her eyes and replace it with my mark. My wolf purred low in my chest at the thought of total, unchallenged ownership.

“That’s exactly why it needs to die.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “You don’t understand what you’re capable of.” Scarlett’s eyes burned with sudden, blazing clarity. “No,” she said. “For the first time… I do.” She reached the center base. There it was the silver slot, shaped perfectly for the pendant. Victor’s shout rang out from the console. “Scarlett, now!” The screen flashed: GENESIS LINK _74% Too close. She lifted the pendant. Its rose symbol glowed softly in her palm.

"Unity requires effort, understanding, and a willingness to let go of old animosities. But together, as leaders and as partners, we can mold a future where our scars become markers of growth, not impediments." With those words, they continued their journey, leaving the scarred battleground behind. The scarlet hues of the setting sun painted the sky, a reminder that even in the midst of scars, there existed the beauty of transformation and the promise of a brighter tomorrow. As Seraphina and Adrian walked into the embrace of the evening, they carried with them the shared commitment to build a world where scarred hearts could heal, and where the threads of destiny wove a tapestry of enduring p

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Not with the pieces of my heart scattered at my feet. Jake Lawson has taken away everything: my child, my dignity, and my hope, and cast away like trash.

Alpha Dean’s chair scraped faintly as he rose to his feet, his face etched with disbelief. Loretta’s cup nearly slipped from her hand. She stood, crossing the space between them in hurried, ungraceful steps — so unlike her usual composed self. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, almost afraid to touch. “By the Goddess…” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. Her voice cracked as her fingertips brushed the mark. “This… this is the crescent of destiny.” The mark pulsed under Loretta’s touch, faintly glowing, sending a ripple of energy through the room. Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power.

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

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.

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,