Scar From Wuthering Waves の小説・ストーリー

My shadow fell over him, and he hugged himself tighter, his little body shaking like a leaf in a storm. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare! Please don’t hurt me…” His voice cracked with fear. I knelt and draped my shawl over his thin shoulders. His blue eyes widened in shock as he looked up at me. “ I am not here to hurt you ,” I said with a soft smile. “Y-you’re… you’re the…” “Scarface?” I finished for him, my smile unwavering. He looked away from the scar running down my cheek, ashamed as though it were his fault. Children shouldn’t carry guilt for things they couldn’t control.

Director Holt calls. The next guy steps forward. He’s not as tall as Torin, but still a solid six foot—average for a wolf. More compact though, all coiled power. I'd say Gamma blood from his build and aura. His dark hair is cropped close at the sides and longer on top, styled just enough to look like he doesn’t care. Thick brows, sharp grey eyes, and a scar that slices through one of them. Wolves don’t scar easily. Either that happened before his first shift or it was made with silver. “Age, Cadet Mercer?” Nurse Rachel asks as she begins her routine.

I got home and opened the door, only to be met with a blow to the head. Evelyn screamed, swinging a stick at me. "Get out, you filthy tramp! We don't need you!" Blood trickled from my forehead into my eyes, stinging like acid. I raised my arm to block her. "Enough!" She stumbled, the stick clattering to the floor. Then, like a switch flipped, she collapsed into sobs, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sick. I didn't mean it."

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 29😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 "Harley, is everything okay?". "Tasha .. ". She breaks out into sobs. "He doesn't want me anymore". I freeze confused at that. "What are you talking about? Who doesn't want you?".

Scar whispers, pulling at his hair and making his way into the bathroom attached to his tiny room, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Scar's hair just wasn't satisfying his urge to feel something. He was disappointed in himself, he was acting like a reckless teenager and the worst of it was he didn't even know how old she was! What if she were a minor? What if Scar was thinking these unholy thoughts about a teenager? Scar clawed at his wrists breaking the skin on them once again. He grunted and moaned out in pain. Scar felt good, it felt good when he felt something - even if that something was pain. Scar could feel the tears running down his face, he had officially lost it... again.

I corrected, and let the scarf fall off my shoulder enough to remind him I know how to wear beauty and threat in the same line. The first three came dirty, which I expected, and quiet, which pleased me. Men who mouth off in the first ten minutes don’t know how to live through a second hour. Scar’s shift stuck in his hands—claws that wouldn’t fully retract so he kept cutting himself when he tried to button his jacket. Lina had an ear half-healed in a way that told me she’d ripped it in a chain-link fence and no one had taught her how to make the change slow enough to finish the repair. Hobb twitched when he heard the river, because defective wolves always think moving water is laughter when i

I reached on top the tower scar was still there waiting for me ,so there was no need to summon him ,i patted his fire breathing jaws ,be could tell i was depressed ,we have a sort of connection scar and i, just like i do with my wolf ,scar has the ability to read my mind that's why we make a great team in battle. I hooped on his back and he slowly took off into the dark and lonely skies.

“Look who’s still wallowing on the floor. Pathetic.” I remained silent, focusing on my breathing. In. Out. Don’t give her the reaction she wants. But Scar wasn’t content with my silence. She moved with preternatural speed, her hand shooting out to grab a fistful of my hair. Pain exploded across my scalp as she yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at her. “You know,” she hissed, her face inches from mine, “I’ve hated you from the moment you first slunk into our pack. Did you think I wouldn’t see right through you? Some little nobody, thinking she could just walk in and take what was meant for me?”

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

I looked at her and saw that she was covering her face "Ahh! Save me Fayth . Elsa is shooting icicles at me . " I snorted . "We should get you some water fast. You are getting delusional. Though it's fun seeing u drunk, you are high maintenance and right now I don't have enough energy to keep up with you." I grabbed Scar's hand and pulled her up to her feet , She was still covering her face. Who knew that a 17 year-old Scarlet would be scared of the wrath of an ancient Disney princess.