Scared Vs Scarred Novels & Stories

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

and Scarlet had seen enough guns pointed at her life to know how easily accidents happened. Liora saw the flicker in Scarlet’s eyes and pounced. “What if that backbone of yours turns into a thorn?” Liora said loudly now, drawing attention from students nearby. “What if the Lycan decides you’re more useful broken than protected?” Something cracked. Not outwardly. Scarlet didn’t scream. Didn’t lash out. But inside her chest, something old and fragile finally gave way. Fear sharpened into something colder. Scarlet stepped back, straightening her shoulders. When she spoke again, her voice was steady...but deadly.

“Yes, it freshened my mood. Perhaps we could’ve carried a map or a compass rather than relying on your expert guidance.” “What are you so fucking scared of?” he asked, standing his ground in front of me. “One would believe you to be a bit more open after leaving your father’s house.” “I’m not scared. I’m worried. There’s a huge difference between the two,” I reasoned. “It’s clear to me that you haven’t considered the possibilities of one of us getting hurt . . . or getting eaten by a cougar.” His jaw tightened. “Or slipping because of their damn boots.”

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 blinding her senses. “It's just a dream,wake up ,it's a dream”she heard the voice anchoring her to reality,she gasped waking up she sat up immediately drenched in sweat. “Sweetheart it's just a dream” she opened her eyes to mama Rita rubbing her back to soothe her,she was enveloped in a warm hug,scar slowly softened to the warmth of

Tired of being afraid. I pulled his shirt over his head. Ran my hands over his chest. His scars. His muscles. His skin. He shivered. "Are you cold?" I asked. "I am not cold. I am terrified." "Of what?" "Of hurting you. Of scaring you. Of doing something wrong." "You cannot hurt me." "I can. I have. I killed your father." "You killed the man who was going to kill my mother. That is not the same." "It feels the same."

Scar cries so hard that her voice becomes hoarse, only to freeze in shock when she watched a food land brutally on Sebastian’s hand holding the bat. “Stop It!” Scar bursts into a frantic shout, “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” The driver laughs at her: “Kill us? Is death the worst threat you can throw, little girl? Is that what you fear the most? There are much more you should be afraid of.” Scar shakes her head, sliding down against the door as desperation grabs her. Her whole world filled with the sound of punches, kicks, and the suppressed groan of the man who is keeping up a safe little fortress for her.

“I was scared when I saw those lowlifes assaulting you. I was scared you were going to get hurt again, without me being able to stop it, just like last time.” “Yeah, I can see how having a mate covered in scars would be a bad thing…” Rayan said offhand. “Not only are they ugly, but they probably give people the wrong impression, making them think you’re cruel or something.” “You think your scars are ugly?” Scott was so surprised he stopped eating.

“That’s more than most would’ve done.” I swallowed hard, gripping the mug tighter. “I wasn’t brave. I was scared out of my mind.” “Scared doesn’t mean weak.” The words landed heavier than I expected. No one had ever said that to me before. Fear had always been ammunition for someone else, proof I was small, fragile, easy to control. But the way Blake said it—it sounded like a weapon I could use, not a weakness to hide. I looked at him too long. Long enough that the air shifted between us, heavier, charged. His scar caught the dim light, his jaw tight, eyes still locked on mine.

So different from the passionate crazed one he had given me mere seconds ago. "I'll always remember it though, he'll always haunt me Jake. This ugly scar proves that," I reply, my eyes filling with sadness. Knowing he would always have some sort of hold on me was terrifying . . . even from deep inside the grave, he still managed to fill me with fear. Jake sighs and looks into my eyes, searching them intently before speaking.

again. He feared this was going to happen but this time, Malia wasn't there to tell him everything was going to be okay. She wasn't there to hold him and stop him from pulling his hair out. Scar cried out silently, hoping no one could hear him. He was supposed to be strong, he was supposed to have no fears but Scar only feared himself. He feared that one day, his hair and his wrists wouldn't be enough. He feared that one day - he would demand to feel more.