Novel & Cerita Scarred: A Never After Novel

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

“Relax. She’s not worth the energy. I’m just happy you’re back, Mira.” Mira blinked, her expression softening for the first time. “You missed me?” “Like hell I did,” Scarlet said sarcastically, but her tone cracked. “The room was too damn quiet without you.” Mira chuckled ... that wicked, carefree sound Scarlet had missed so much. But then something strange happened. The bruises that painted Mira’s skin ... the ones that looked deep, fresh, painful ... began to fade. One by one, the angry welts melted away, leaving her skin smooth and flawless.

"And they failed. But the wound... it never fades. It burns, even now." I pulled my hand back, almost recoiling from the intensity of it. Heat, pain, history-it all radiated from that scar like a living breathing entity. Shame and fear twisted together in my chest. This was no injury I could tend with clean sutures or antiseptic; this was a brand, a mark of war that belonged to a world beyond my quiet peaceful world He leaned back slightly, the sheet slipping with the movement, revealing the powerful sweep of his chest yet again. Even in vulnerability, he was stunning-too perfect, carved from legends and nightmares. The scar, cruel and vicious to me only seemed to heighten his unearthly allu

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

he asked. "Throw them?" I smirk, " I'll bring them back to their parents tomorrow," I said. The little girl starts crying, "No! please don't!" the girl cries. The youngest buried his face in Nate's neck while the other boy stay silent, but he looks frightened. "Please don't bring us back! I'm begging," for a young age, the little girl started to beg. "Why?" Nate didn't control himself and asked. "Our dad is trying to sell us! he keeps hurting me and my brothers!" My eyes sharpen, so that's where they get their scars and bruise.

She is forever scarred. The second my fingers touch her skin, she flinches away from me. It breaks my heart to see her like this. When I finish with her back, she wordlessly turns so I can do the burn. It's not red anymore and is just blistering a little. I rub the cream over it and my eyes flick up to where my mark used to me. Now all there is, is a red eye staring back at me.

ALPHA’S REBORN MATE CHAPTER 49 ATHENA I felt like a bad person after saying that. It was really hard, but I knew I had to do it. And here I was thinking I understood how Tamara felt when she had to break things off with her boyfriend, I didn’t understand half of it. Sky wasn’t my boyfriend, but I still felt guilty turning him down like that. It didn’t help that this was the second time it was happening. Yes, he asked me to be his mate in my past life too, and the guilt is just as bad as it was then.

Below these words informed her of the date of publication which was way back in 1920. When she accidentally touched the minuscule diamond in the farthest corner, her eyes widened. Words were spilling out of the book. She let go of it abruptly, but instead of falling, it hovered in the air, tattered-looking phrases weaving out from it. Not much is known, but scars are way powerful than one can imagine. It is interlinked with deeper magic only the brave ones will dare unravel. It results in both a gift and a curse, depending on how the host will want it.

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )