Scarred Book Novels & Stories

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '

As she gently blanketed her warm gentle body on his hugging his whilst sitting on the table, His body was cold, Evari carresed her little beautiful hands on his chest, to his well sculpted abs, it was making her breath steady and incessant . As she kept on caressing down to his abs to his abdomen, her hand met a hard rough surfaces, She knew instantly what she was caressing was scar, Her heart thudding in shock, A scar this wide and rough ? Was it the scar he stabbed with a syringe at the library ? She thought, as she continued caressing to not cause him to feel rage, she felt them. So many rough scars, At his back,

The bite of the slap was still burning in their marrow — Samuel Blackwood slapping his own son in our presence. It had not been rage alone that silenced them. It was the knowledge of what they had witnessed: a chink in the armor of the man they followed. A chink that smelled of weakness. --- “Never thought I’d see it,” he muttered, Scarface, his scar pulling taut as he spat onto the concrete, but His voice was low, and in the cavernous space, even whispers traveled. “The boss bled. Like a whipped dog.” A few of the men were surprised. One, a tattooed, slouching smuggling thug, growled, "Watch your mouth."

A smile appeared on her face as she slowly picked it up again. Bestiee❤: Still up? Her smiling face immediately changed. She dropped her phone, promising herself not to pick it again. She sighed, opening her textbook. Chapter 22.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

“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.

“It’s not like I can blame them. I know my scar is unsightly.” Alden looks at me for a long time. Then he reaches out and strokes the scar on my face. “There is nothing unsightly about it,” he murmurs. My heart stutters. “A scar is not enough to cover something so beautiful.” “Beautiful?” I repeat, my lips trembling. He smiles like it is nothing. “What are you reading?” I sheepishly close the book. “Reading.” He cocks a brow while peeking through the book I’m holding. “Reading what exactly?”

I looked up at the stars, silently thanking the Moon Goddess. Then I looked back at my mate. My home. My forever. And together, hand in hand, we stepped into the future we had fought so hard to claim. END OF BOOK TWO!! BOOK THREE INTRODUCTION : TITLE : THE SCARRED LUNA AND HER THREE ALPHA MATES. BLURB: As Luna of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack, she endured years of ridicule for the scars that ruined her face. Hated by the very people she sacrificed everything to protect, she clung to one hope—her fated mate, the Alpha she loved.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

“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.