Novel & Cerita Precious Scars Destiny 2

She deliberately followed his retreat, her hand openly brushing over his chest once more. "What?"He grasped her wrist, his fangs lengthening as scalding pleasure poured through him. "Don’t toy with me." She didn’t try to tug her wrist from his grim grip. Instead, she simply lifted her free hand and continued to torment him with light, searching fingers. "Why did you show me your scars?" she demanded. Rhye shivered, his body swiftly going up in flames. "You’re playing a dangerous game, little one." She met his gaze squarely, ignoring his warning as she stepped close enough to wrap him in midnight jasmine.

"I'm afraid I can't stay. I will ask my mom to get in touch with Vivianne. They are able to initiate the process of making the necessary arrangements. I force a tight smile in spite of the nauseating nausea that is rising in my throat, and I nod while praying that he will leave the room before I yak all over the place. As soon as I am sure that he is no longer in danger, I quickly take one of my mother's crystal bowls from the mantle and vomit its contents into it. I am shaking so badly that I have to sit down on the carpet and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. The diamond that is on my finger is flashing brightly. A full month. I still have one month left until I am permanently marrie

I can’t help but ask, as the marks that seemed to be welted on her skin were so visible, and too severe to be ignored. Scar turned to look down at her body before looking right back at me. “Maybe you should worry about yours first,” she says, her hand motioning towards my body. My brows creased tighter. What was she talking about? I thought when I drop my gaze down my stomach and thighs, I let out a gasp. Shocked, I couldn’t move or say anything until Scar broke her silence. “Those are infidelity marks,” she says, and I look up, blinking at her. “They occur when your mate is being unfaithful. More will appear in the future,”

Inside was a scale glowing the same gold, the blood not quite wiped from its edge, as if to tell me how much agony its owner had endured to tear it free. My eyes flew wide and I covered my mouth. “Wait, what is this?” He'd smiled. “It's my proof that I love you. Meeting you, Penny, is the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me.” I yanked his shirt up and saw the savage scar across his back. Damage to a merfolk scale was irreversible. That scar would be with him for the rest of his life. My eyes filled at once. I traced the scar, aching for him. “Why would you do something so stupid?”

The message deleted, but it lingered like smoke in the air. *“You missed the twins. See you soon.”* I set the phone down on the nightstand and turned back to Damien. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The scars on his torso caught the faint city light filtering through the curtains, ugly reminders of every bullet, every knife, every time he had bled for us. I traced one gently with my fingertip, feeling the raised skin. He stirred but didn’t wake.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

I suddenly felt dizzy and wobbled but he held me by my arms before I could fall. I stood close to him, right in front while he sat on the bed. I took out a piece of cotton and the antiseptic from the kit and turning at him, I again apologised, “I am sorry! I am not always like this! I don’t know why.. I …I was very scared! I am still…v-very …s-scared! But I shouldn’t have..” A tear dropped from my eyes as I saw the scratch marks which were deep and though the blood has clotted yet those looked bad and cruel!

I hid my face in Daniel’s chest as the traitor laughed at my expense along with the intruders. We went through a lot in the past. Sometimes together. Sometimes alone but we still faced it head on and conquered every problem. The result of the struggle, our beautiful family. Our wonderful pups. The loving friends we have that are more like family and our delightful packs. I can say the struggle and pain was worth it if the end result is this beautiful. There is no way to change the past or to predict the future. But we can surely make an effort in the present and work towards a better future. Destiny is not something that is bound to happen. It is something we work hard for, to make it happen

Murdok reached down to stroke the wild orange main of the sobbing girl in his lap,, and she looked up at him with a monsoon of emotion whirling around her face. “I will get free from them Destiny... but just like claiming spectruls or you sometimes I have to sacrifice to save, and I have the heart of a Dragon, it’s in my blood to covet anything powerful... or beautiful.” Murdok’s voice started to drift off in an almost dreamy manor, when Destiny’s small mischievous giggles brought him out of his daydream. “She is beautiful big brother,” Murdok simply growled at Destiny and stood up from his chair. “The Hex says she is safe and knows nothing of the Vail, but she also said she holds power, so

Yet Kneeling in the sand, she looked up and tugged at both sides of her dress. I shook my shoulders to let him fall. I stayed in my peach bra and thong, a slight tremor rippling through me, trying to tell myself this wasn't worse. than wearing a bikini. "What beautiful lingerie." Damien got up, took off his shorts and kicked them away. Naked, the silver moonlight over the body, the tattoos circling both arms, he was primal and gorgeous. and extremely male, with swollen penis rising in front of his belly. Despite the desire inside me, I whispered,