Scar From Wuthering Waves Novelas e Histórias

I called, pulling myself up to my full height. He froze. Then he ran. Well – he tried to, anyway. Scarlett was slight, but running through low-hanging branches with a person slung over one shoulder was one hell of a task for a rogue werewolf. I shifted and caught up with him easily, gently using my teeth to lift Scar off his back before laying her reverently upon the ground.

Scarlett. The realization of the intimate reality of the moment dawned upon her almost immediately. With each tender flicker of touch and each playful stroke, the understanding grew that she was not alone. In this fleeting moment, she found herself immersed in fear and trepidation. “Shh…it’s useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister’s cadaver as wedding gift.” His words caused her to tense up, prompting another devastated sob. Ralph found amusement in her disheveled appearance, resulting in an amused chuckle. Every part of her was in pain: physically, emotionally, and mentally. These cruel, ruthless men had profoundly damaged and sha

Clara snickered with her hands covering her mouth, "Don't you know, she was caught sleeping with other ugly old men, and Ricci had dumped her." Scar never had any intention to stop, but she had to now. "Do not utter a word without knowing it." She warned, anger flickered in her eyes. "Oh yeah?" Sophia came in front. "We have heard your every truth from your own sister! Just look at you! What a pathetic bitch!" Yeah, Camilla, that crazy bitch again. Who else could it be? Those disgusting laughing faces were really an eyesore, Scar decided to let them suffer too. “Well, if I were as worthless as you said, why didn't Rafaelle Edwards invite you to dance?” Scarlett took a step forward and a smir

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

“I am your Luna.” Frank says, “Sugar.” Scarlet recoils, “What?” Frank looks at me. Scarlet tries desperately to turn his head, but she can’t. Then something inside her breaks. She pulls back. Her face contorts with a mix of rage and rejection. Then she shifts. She lunges straight at me. I roll out from under the guy’s foot. I dodge her attack. “Fuck you, you mangy excuse for a wolf!” She keeps coming. Jack cheers. “Do it, Scarlet. End her.”

I bit my lips awkwardly. The store was to deliver all the items we bought, so we drove back to the house and I was saved from explaining my sour mood because Scarlett was on the phone with Vadirr all through the ride. She kept on giggling and making gestures, blushing and rolling her eyes, and for a minute I envied her. Vadirr was a strong and bulky man whereas Scarlett was petite compared to him because she’d been a werewolf before transitioning to a Lycan. But he was soft around her. His smile was deep and one could literally see him relax when they were together.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

Together, they would thrive in the vibrant wilderness—dashing through thick underbrush, splashing joyfully in crystal-clear streams, and ascending gentle hills that undulated like the soothing waves of the sea. Among the pack, one wolf captivated Aria’s heart unlike any other. Luna, a sleek and powerful black female, embodied a playful spirit that was utterly irresistible. Her glossy fur shimmered like obsidian under the golden rays of the sun, and her mere presence enveloped Aria in a comforting blanket of joy. Luna possessed an uncanny knack for making Aria laugh, whether it was through her whimsical lunges or her graceful leaps that showcased her agility and spirit. In Luna's company, Ari

“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.