Novel & Cerita Precious Scars

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

I whisper. “Aerian, my dark princess, I do not think it is ugly at all. Every inch of you is perfect. This scar stands for everything you have gone through. I have many scars and while some are worse than others, I do not hate them. I received them protecting my pack and I wear them like a badge of honor.” he told me.

The rose had tiny diamond stones embedded on it, glittering. “It’s beautiful.” “It’s for you,” Daniel said, scratching the back of his neck. “Just take it as a gift from me. DON’T SAY YOU CAN’T ACCEPT IT. Just accept it as a sorta reward for passing maths.” Elena smiled. “Aw, you got it cause i passed my maths?” “Actually, no,” he replied, honestly. “I got if for you when i was in Sweden but i couldn’t bring myself to give it to you.”

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

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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

No, scratch that, breathtaking. Honestly, I wasn't sure the word used to describe how pretty I looked had been invented yet. And yes, maybe that sounds a little too much but I really never thought I could see myself look this good. Ever. Alongside my makeup, she had done my hair too, and added a few touches to it. A huge chunk of my hair was intricately held back by a huge claw clip that apparently held the seal of the pack’s insignia, with the rest flowing on my back. Some intentional stray strands dangled and framed my cheeks.

“Oh my goodness! This is so lovely. As she stood and twirled, Devlin could almost see her in a pageant. She must be very goddess-like back then. He knew she was a former city muse and he could see why she won. She has the height, the body, the beauty and the brain. “And I thought these could go with the dress as well. “ He handed her a small box. When she opened it, she was so surprised. Inside the box is a pair of round dangling white gold earrings with small diamonds. “But Devlin, I couldn’t accept these.” “Humor me please Mabel, just for tonight and if you really don’t like them I will give them to my partner.” “Hell no, after you let me use them? I would rather keep them as a keepsake wh

I shake my head slowly, “No, but you will if you continue what you’re doing. If you don’t stop, I will push you to your knees and jerk off all over the beautiful face of yours.” She flinches at my comment, but it’s not the coming on her face that causes it, and it makes me scowl. Going to Dom mode, I crook my finger at her, “Come here, Precious.” Once she’s standing in front of me, I take her chin gently, as to not hurt her wound, and I bring my face right into hers, “Is there a reason that you are so against having a scar? Is there someone else that you are wanting to look pretty for?” I know there isn’t, she’s one hundred percent faithful and in love with me, but I’m trying something.

It was the first time she was seeing me shirtless and she was lost of all word because all she did was stare. “The scars..they look attractive.” She mumbled. I wasn’t perfect but I loved that the scars made me even more attractive in her eyes. I had faint scars scattered across my chest and arms and the Donia mark was there too. They were battles scars that told the story of wars that I have conquered. The scars left behind the definition of strength, bravery and pride. Mia traced her fingers over every curve as tears shimmered in her eyes and then she kissed me passionately. Soon her fingers found their way to the zipper of my jeans and she tugged it openly and swiftly before kissing her wa