Novel & Cerita Scarred: A Never After Novel

“Oh, right. Hi.” “Hi.” He extended his massive hand, and she took it cautiously. That was when she felt the scars on his hands. Even without looking, just from touching the flesh under her fingertips, she knew now that his scars weren’t from a knife, or glass, or a prison yard fight gone way wrong. These were from burns, bad burns, burns that he’d carried since childhood maybe, and her heart squeezed. In her years as a tattoo artist, she’d covered up hundreds of scars, but in some ways, the most heartbreaking ones were burns. The stories attached to them were always, always so damn painful.

he said and we went inside the mansion into his room. He made me sit on the bed and removed his t-shirt, he stood in front of me. he grabbed my hand pressed it against his naked chest. “Look,” he said, I did, as I look closely, I noticed a scar on his skin. “It’s a scar,” I whispered. As Nikolai has a scar on his body, I have a scar in my mind. The memory of Greyson’s death. Scars are what make us who we are. Everyone has scars…some are etched into skin, and some are burned into memory. Nobody moves through life without a scar slicing them in half.

We had dreams, plans for a future that were brutally ripped away by the Rossi family. The memory of her death was still vivid, as if it happened yesterday. The way she looked at me with those wide, terrified eyes as they took her away. The blood, the screams. The feeling of helplessness that gnawed at my soul. And then, the scar. I reached up, tracing the jagged line that ran down my side, a permanent reminder of the last altercation with the Rossis. The scar was a souvenir from that night, a parting gift from the bastards who took Noelle from me.

They’re not gone. I can feel them, out there in the wounded dark. The Consensus, a flickering, troubled diamond, its perfect logic still scratching at the unsolvable paradox we fed it, licking its wounds. The Wild Gardener, a tangle of broken thorns and muted fury, coiled back in the chaotic edges, nursing its rage. The escaped concepts, scattered like shrapnel, embedding themselves in the fabric of distant realities, little seeds of future trouble. The Scar… the Scar just is. A quiet, hungry mouth. They are wounded. Humbled. But not defeated. Never defeated.

"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.

“Boy is what the ultrasound has shown and thank you. You know what? You can go back to the UAE and pay blood money for your crime,I think. Okay, great seeing you again Tire. I wish you’ll find your own happiness, maybe fall in love too? “Nah, who would want a criminal bastard like me? I don’t want to taint somebody else’ s blood by getting involved with me. Love is only for people without a tainted past. We had been thieves Brick and some. I am just so happy that you were able to rise above the filth and found a woman who loves you unconditionally. In truth, I do envy you ever since we were kids.” “Envy me? You must be kidding, I had been bruised and battered by our bastard of a father. You

You finished this book? You made it to the ending? Honestly, words cannot explain how grateful I am. Thank you to my readers, thank you for making it to this part of the book. It means a lot to me and I hope you really enjoyed each chapter of the book. I apologize for any mistakes that left inconvenience but I assure you all that in my future books I would perform better than this one. I know I left a lot of unanswered questions behind... don't worry because there's going to be a book 2. More dramas and secrets between Scarlett and Micage. You really don't want to miss out. And please, be aware that everything in this book is 100% fictional, including the worlds, traditions and the rules and

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

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Richard opened his fourth bottle of imported whisky and poured a generous portion in his cup, he gobbled it down ignoring the burning sensation lingering in his throat. He was feeling as bleak as he did every other day since the past week. He walked around his friends' study glancing through some books before slumping on a sofa. He instantly recognised the chair, he had taken Ann there almost a fortnight ago, and he surged quickly inspecting for any sign of blood. There was a tard bit, although it was almost invisible on the black chair, he pour in some of his drink and began brushing it off with the tail of his coat. He felt so crude for not been able to give her the decency of losing her i