Novel & Cerita Scarred Book Characters

he said waving his hand. “So what your story” he asked. “Story?” she asked raising a confused brow. “Well you seem like a well-bred lady” he said. “Oh nothing too dramatic..... I lost my father” she said. “ Oh.....my deepest condolences” he said with genuine sympathy written all over him. “I don't find it so painful......sad yes, but painful......” she replied shaking her head. “Oh” he said. There was silence...more silence, and then. “Sooooo...what the book about” he asked trying to stir the mood by annoying her.

The paper curled the moment it kissed the flame. Scarlet didn’t hesitate. She pressed the notebook harder into the candlelight, watching as the edges blackened, the ink blistering and fading into nothing. The words she’d bled onto those pages...plans, filth, fear, secrets...warped and vanished in a hiss. Ronan was still struggling with his shirt, fabric caught over his head like a damn blindfold. She tossed the burning book into the fireplace. And screamed.

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 saw the scars surrounding my boutique with 'the scar face' sitting on my counter chair. I looked at them in utter shock. They have actually crossed every limit here. How did they even get in when I clearly remember I locked the door...maybe they broke the lock. My eyes went on the scar face and he was holding one of my books. "A silent storm is stronger than a loud one.......huh?" He asked and looked towards me while tilting his head to the left. "You're a writerrr." He said and I just kept standing there looking at them in shock.

“He loves you. I can feel it. And you know you love him too.” “I’m scared,” I whispered back. “What if he breaks me? What if he betrays me… like Alex did?” “People are not the same, Scarlet. You need to understand that.” Scar’s purr was steady, reassuring. “I may not know everything about him, but I can tell, he’s not the kind of man who would hurt you.” “I know…” I admitted, hugging myself tightly. “Then why are you so afraid?” Scar pressed, her voice sharp now, leaving me silent and empty of excuses.

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.

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

They jubilated. Their reaction made me chuckle. I couldn't be more grateful for the people next to me, it was definitely fate when I made it out of that horrible pack. *********** I was in the library, going through a lot of books, with Princess Thania by my side. She helped me find a lot of books on healing and herbs, while they were quite helpful— We hadn't found anyone that talked about healing scars or any book on procedures to heal scars. “This is hopeless,” I sighed in defeat, kicking the books away from me.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

“Oh, wow. That’s so crazy. Gosh, my head hurts already. I don’t want to think about anything.” “It’s okay, I understand,” June nodded. “I’m sure the reason he kidnapped Luke was because he knew Luke knew everything you knew.” Elena sighed. “He’ll be fine, right?” “I’m sorry. I can’t promise you anything,” June replied, her gaze shifting from Elena. “Conor is scarier than you could ever imagine. He has no human feelings whatsoever. I mean, look at us, both tied up here without even knowing where or-” “Shh,” Elena cut June off. “I hear footsteps.”