Romans & histoires Scar Book

Scar had simply told me things would get better, that this was not the end… I had our pup too… the only thing I had left of him… I broke into tears, rocking myself. How do you get over someone that you love so deeply that you simply take all their crap in your stride? There was a knock on the door, I knew it was Scarlett and Kiara by their scent. The door opened and they stepped inside, I looked at them, similar yet so different. Strong, beautiful women… Kiara was holding a tray of food, whilst Scarlett held three cans of fizzy. "The boys cooked... Some may not be edible… but some is actually really good." Scar said as Kiara placed the tray on the bed next to me.

Out of curiosity, Lars levitated to grab it. "What is it?" Sophia asked. "I don't know, it's a... book." It was a red covered notebook, containing names, dates, a picture and short profiles. There were a mix of men and women with different ages and professions. Lars wasn't sure what these meant until he showed it to Sophia. She seemed to recognize some of the faces in the book, and it made her horrified of something. "These are... deceased Scions." Lars could felt his heart stopped. "W - What? Are you sure?"

“What?” I stared at him hard. “Did. You. Know.” “No,” he said slowly, carefully. “I swear, I didn’t. I thought she was just a breeder. That’s all I knew.” I rubbed a hand over my face. My thoughts were spiraling now. Lucy’s scent still clung to the air. Her face. Her tears. Scar’s frantic energy hadn’t faded. “She smelled like vanilla,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. “Like the first breath of spring. And the second I stepped into this room, Scar knew.”

And mrs cook was always happy to hand her a bowl of newly baked biscuits. Ann snacked on the biscuits while she enjoyed the scenery, the garden was the most peaceful place in the house other than the library. The sun was bright and fell lovingly on the flowers, making the scenery just as bright and colorful as a painting. She open her book, I mean Daphne book. Funny how Lord Richard had expected her to borrow and read his too. 'Lord Richard' she blushed at even the thought of his name.

She crumbled down to the floor, dead. Mariam screamed in horror and bent down to scoop Parvina in her arms, the tears flooded down her cheeks as she held Parvina's head close to her chest and she cried in pain. Saadiya fell to the floor on her knees, she looked at Parvina's face in shock and in horror, the tiny hole in the middle of her forehead pooled out blood. Her hands shook when she reached out to hold Parvina's hand. She didn't want to believe what just happened.

Scarlet said, before grabbing her bag, blowing Bianca a kiss and leaving the room. The vampire sighed, Scarlet was a really great friend, and she was right, both girls got along so well, even though both were totally different species. Smiling, Bianca sat at her desk. "Might as well do something useful," she mumbled before pulling a book out and flipping through to where she left it off.

Deep. The one that makes people call her ugly. Fools. Ugly was the last thing to name it. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.Yet the thought lingers. Someone tried to carve her. Someone tried to destroy her. Just like me. But she didn’t break. That scar is her crown. I wanted to know her story. What all she suffered? How she lived. I wanted to know every second of her life without meeting me. And suddenly, I don’t want to fuck her to breed her.

I remembered countless times when Miranda had taunted me, telling me how Ryan had locked me on the balcony to keep me from making it to the competition, how she had arranged for others to bully me, warning me to stay away from Ryan. Ignoring the excruciating pain in my hands, which were wrapped in bandages, I lifted them and hurled the bouquet Miranda had placed by my bed to the floor. Miranda jumped back, startled, letting out a terrified scream as she clung to Ryan. Ryan immediately erupted in fury, pointing at me, his voice full of rage. "Susan, you crazy woman! Miranda came here to check on you, to bring you flowers, and you repay her kindness by throwing her gift on the floor?!"

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

“You. In a wedding dress. Walking toward me.” Their noses were practically touching. Sarah’s toes curled in her shoes. Was this really coming out of Zachary’s mouth? “You got all of that from Steven’s notebook?” He nodded without shame. “Every word.” Sarah stared at him, then gave a mock shiver. “So that’s the kind of stuff Scarlett likes, huh? I guess I won’t need any seasoning in my food for the next three days. That was way too much cheese.” “Alright…” Zachary looked genuinely disappointed.