Novel & Cerita Precious Scars Destiny 2

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

"At least she has boobs. I thought she was flat like a door." Hyun raised his eyebrow and before he could kill Vikas, Vikas was fast enough to run away. Hyun made a fist. This was not the time but he was going to let Vikas suffer from the mistake he made. There was a dark long tunnel which was filled with scrolls. Those scrolls were tied and placed with each other. Giselle looked at these as she passed through the tunnel. They could be billions or more. "There is a room with all the destinies. You need to find a scroll that is glowing. Those destinies that are filled will not glow.

There he saw the ripped paper which the only paper from the book he keep inside his pocket after pretending to have a business talk with Headmistress Danie, who’s really innocent about his intentions. “I’ve told you days ago about the purpose of red pearls, right? I might break the curse and have a connection with those imprisoned souls. I just have to collect those pearls,” said Destino in a rapid mode. His voice could sense how he gritted his teeth and carefully whispering those words enough to reach Magno’s hearing.

“E.L. we’re not sure of anything. We have a strong suspicion that she’s here. That’s the best you’re going to get.” “Well, that’s not quite true. You have our Warrior Child with you?” “Yes, why?” “She has a scar on her right palm. So does her mother. And you have a scar where you lost your wing. You are all bound to each other in a way that no power can destroy. Focus both of your energies on your scars. You will be able to tell where her mother is. If she is indeed in that abandoned mine, I will clear your way, but that is all I can do.”

CHAPTER NINE; Sleep tight — Dalia glared at them and she clenched her hand very hard that she can feel her nails digging in her own flesh, she wasn't even afraid of drawing out blood from it. She gritted her teeth as hard as she can that she can feel them grinding against each other, also not afraid of destroying her perfect set of teeth. Her sharp glare was trailed with them as Leon slowly descends the stairs while carrying her in his arms. She was staring very hard that she might cause a hole in their heads.

"This is what you deserve. Our paths will never cross again." I returned to the pack with Lucien. We held another marking ceremony. He placed the moonstone necklace against my chest, held me close, and whispered in my ear, "Scarlett, no one matters more than you.." (The End)

I question as she shows me a feeble smile. I seize one of her wrists, moving it from her intimate area as she tries to fight me from seeing her skin. I can see why. Deep pink and white scars mar her inner thigh. She finally surrenders and I see what caused these. Claw marks forcing her legs apart. I kiss and lick each one as my wolf presses forward, releasing some of our healing into the saliva. It won’t remove the memories or the pain, but at least she doesn’t have the constant reminder etched on her flesh. I see the mark fade as I repeat on each single scar that covers her thighs.

My hair is in its natural color, the strands fall over my shoulder, covering part of my breasts, my eyes are darker, they no longer look like just amethyst, but a purple agate, and my white skin is covered with scars. Scars that will never heal, because they are the memory that the Gods left me, as if what I had lived and seen would be forgotten. I am not a person who cares about scars, since I was a child I have carried them, but these... I hate them. They are not things I can be proud of. They weren't made for defending a loved one. They weren't made on an honorable battlefield... They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to le

The glow that was just coming out of her eyes was now oozing out of every pore making her look like a purple goddess. The girl kept staring at the ceiling for a while before the phone started ringing and everything returned to normal as if nothing happened. ~DESTINY LAND~ “Sister, did you see that? Scarlet was all purple. Does that mean…!” Choice looked at her sister hoping for the answer she was having difficulty finding out right now. Destiny just nodded announcing, “RAGNARA…I hope that doesn’t mess up anything. Things aren’t going to get smoother in the coming future, Choice.” Both the sisters watched Scarlet sleep soundly after having the phonic conversation, while Destiny was the one wh

Scar folds her arms and turns away, glaring out of the window when she is not even sure what she’s upset about, “I’m just worried about our deal.” Silco's lips curve up, and his eyes are light gentle, and caring, but right before Scar turns around to peek at him he looks away and hides that moment of his true self-- “Speaking of our deal,” Silco opens his suitcase at foot, pulling out a black invitation card with golden edges, “I bear a gift for you.” The curious new toy successfully made Scar put the little moment at the back of her mind, “What’s this? HA?” On the front are two gilded words: Heritage Auctions.