Scarred: A Never After Novel Novels & Stories

I took up the book I was holding, and strolled out of the sitting room without returning. I shut the door behind me and leant on it a moment. Not crying. Not shaking. Just breathing slowly. I still had the image of Jake and Cassandra in my head, but this time it no longer seemed like a knife. It was something foreign to me. Something that did not belong to me. I went back to the bed, sat down and again opened my book. The words were still there. The same page. The same lines. I read them this time round. No tears. No anger. No memories interrupting me.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

Her lips curved in her signature smirk. Ryan followed my gaze and quickly jerked her hand away. He hurried over to me and turned me around by gently holding my arm. Tingles spread over my body as his skin touched mine. My wolf howled and whimpered as his betrayal shun her existence. Ryan's gaze ran over my body assessing my state. He gently pushed the strands of my hair from my face and looked into my eyes. "Scar," his voice softened as he came closer and held my wounded arm. The blood has stopped but now it has dried around the wound.

He got the bull's-eye. Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV A FEW YEARS LATER Seated crossed-legged at the front of the little beach. My stiff cold fingers ran in an adjacent line down the symmetric of my jaw bones. My finger grazed something that it shouldn't graze. Something I wished I wouldn't come across ever again, something that made me detest me, my once perfect face, a scar running at the ends of my jaw. I wished I died in that water. My life and the life growing inside of me. It would have been the better option than living to suffer such a sorrowful existence.

He then ripped my shirt, making buttons fly in every direction. His hands now roamed my almost naked body pausing to press my breasts and I cried harder. "You are mine now, and you'll forever be mine. I will ruin you to the extent that even your own mate wouldn't want you. You will bear my pups and be mine." Before he could move further than my breasts after the declaration, the locked door came crashing in from the force of it being broken. Our heads whipped to the place where the door uses to be and we both shivered, Jace in fear and I in both fear and dread of what was about to go down. Scar came in stealthily with a guard behind him, looking savage and deadly. It was that point I realize

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Darcy." I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

DAMIEN In the quietness of my room, the memory of Scarlett consumed my thoughts, refusing to stay away. Every fucking detail of our encounter at the club played out in vivid detail, taunting me with its intensity. I could still feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, her curves molding perfectly to mine as if they were made to fit together. Every fucking contour, every inch of her pressed against me sent a surge of desire coursing through my veins, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

When the third button came undone, and her shirt gaped open, I finally saw her scar. The aftermath of her emergency surgery had left its mark, a vivid testament to the battle she had waged for her life. The once smooth canvas of her skin now bore the aftermath of that struggle, a landscape of vivid purples and angry reds. The scar was a dark jagged reminder of the bullet's cruel entrance. Like a sinister brushstroke on an artist’s canvas, it started just above her left breast, and extended unwaveringly toward her underarm. I reached my hand out and touched the puckered skin where the bullet had almost pierced her heart.

"How dare you scare me like that?" Agnes has her chin on his shoulder. Hearing him say those words, without knowing whether it was true or not, she bit her lips again and closed her eyes tightly. It's him. It's Leon. — CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Cold Dark Scary Place — In a dark, still and quiet room, a lone body of a female human was lying on the damp floor. On her forehead, there was a trail of blood that dried over time. Her face was pale, and if you can't see her chest going up and down, you would mistake her as dead.