Precious Scars Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

I suggested. He open his eyes and look at me, he smiled at me, "No." "But I don't want to!" I pointed out. My world is full of betrayal, facades, and lies everywhere. Anytime-- anyone can pull the trigger and leave a cold body lying on the floor. But it's my destiny. Thanatos means death, death means freedom. __

“His fine love as werewolves we heal fast. He will have a nasty claw mark scar across his face though. It’s uncommon for werewolves to scar but the doctor says it does happen” “I’m going to fucking kill him” “Language son” “No dad he came onto our pack lands and attacked our people that is punishable by death you know the laws as much as I do” I’m standing beside Destins bed holding his hand his healed all over but I keep looking at the scar on his face chase has marked his face for life. I can’t keep the tears at bay.

The diamond that is on my finger is flashing brightly. A full month. I still have one month left until I am permanently married to Ashton.

Scars turned with a curse, and bellowed at the door. “What?” “Scars? We gotta talk, man. Now.” “Wolf,” Zoe whispered, and she squirmed away from Scars, off the desk. “Oh, no. No, no, no.” “What?” Scars said, watching her scrambling to collect her clothes and boots, admiring her tattooed curves even in her obvious panic. “What’s the problem?” “Shhhh,” she hissed. “Don’t let him know that I’m here.” “What?” Scars said for a third time. “Why the fuck not?”

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

“Varrick, you are not being true to your promises.” “Not true, I promised to dance with you and I did, didn’t I?” “But you also promised no more kisses until” “I know but I can’t help it. With all those men looking at you like they want to undress you, I wanted to mark you so no one would dare. Too bad, I am not a werewolf otherwise, you would be wearing my mark right now. “ “Seriously? Why did we leave early by the way?” “I have a surprise for you.”

Rouge asked her. "He was at home," Chelsey doesn't want to add wound to his father. She will just tell him everything in time. "Alright, just bring me to your mother's grave," Rouge said with a sorrowful eyes. Nathaniel said,"Let's go." They hired a personal nurse for Rouge . Everybody went to Carina's grave inside the Montevista's Musuleo. Rouge couldn't believe it until he saw Carina's tomb in hiw very own eyes. Tears flowed down on his cheeks.

"Oh, I see you are going to be like your sister always calling me lady. It's okay though. Whatever makes you comfortable. Aquila is a young girl. A girl of fifteen. She is so beautiful with her blonde hair that every one of the sisters seems to have. "Nicasia dear. Please lift your head." Dorian asked sweetly "Morning milady," She said softly Naciasa is five years old and she is really shy "Little one. How are you?" "I'm fine" "You need to prepare. Daybreak is near." "I have prepared your bath for you," Jarvis said. Dorian nodded and went to the bathtub where Jarvis bathed her. After the bath Dorian carried a few clothes in her bag. Mostly shirts and trousers but also took two gowns and two

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I