Scarred Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

He pauses for just a moment to catch his breath—apparently, he’d been running—and says, “We’ve got a problem.” *** *Emily* My head aches, but the pain isn’t half as powerful as the rage I’m feeling. That bitch Barbara put her filthy claws on me and ripped my flesh. If it doesn’t heal quite right, I might even have a scar. Can you imagine? A scar on Emily’s flawless skin is a sin against the Goddess herself. I don’t like that doctor, either. She and her snotty little nurses probably didn’t even disinfect the wound properly before they bandaged it. Luckily, I heal quickly, though, so hopefully, there won’t be a scar.

Emily was taken aback by her sudden actions. With a swift motion, she shook Scarlett off, her disappointment palpable. "Enough! First, go to the hospital and get that injury checked, and then come and apologize!" If Scarlett showed remorse, there might still be a chance to salvage the situation. As she pondered this, Scarlett suddenly exclaimed, "I won't apologize! I will never apologize!" She pointed at Emily, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger. "Now even you won't stand by me. As soon as I'm of no use, you discard me?"

I didn't want to lose her again—not now that I had finally found her. My worried gaze moved over her beautiful curved body, noticing the silver marks glittering under the sweat. I stretched out my hand, tracing the scar on her stomach with my fingertips. Emily's breathing suddenly slowed, and her heartbeat relaxed. My fingertips were leaving a cold trail wherever I touched. Was I soothing her pain? Was my touch helping her? Another scar caught my eye, yet it was smaller than the first. What happened to her while she was away? Who did this to her? Anger started to boil inside me, knowing that someone had tried to hurt what belonged to me.

The symbol on her wrist confirmed it. Maids brought in from other packs were marked for identification. Emily was the only exception. I had personally refused to have her marked. I turned to Theodore. “The moment we return to the castle, I want the name of the pack she came from.” “At once, My King.” A brief silence settled. My thoughts darkened as I stared down at Scarlett’s body again. This new discovery changed everything. Perhaps Sharina had been telling the truth…that Scarlett had lured Emily into the forbidden territory of her own accord.

Emily saw something glinting in the light . It was a knife . She gulped down air and looked around . Nancy was not alone , as she had came in with a man . Emily recognized the huge buff man . It was the man that had hurled her away with the handkerchief . He had a scar that ran along his face right to his left cheek . He had an eery smile on his scarred face Emily fought the urge to shudder in disgust and apparently fear . All her earlier bravado had flew out of the window .

Scarlett used to be a spirited superstar who would always take my side, but now, even standing was a struggle for her. As for Emily, the head of the Parkers who always had a calm air about her, she was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, but I could still catch a glimpse of the dense scars on her wrist. New wounds intersected with old ones, and it was a terrifying scene to behold. Emily was the first to speak up. She could barely hide the tremor in her voice. "You're back." Scarlett staggered up to me, her eyes reddened as she said, "Ade, I'm so sorry… You can hit me and shout at me all you like, but please don't leave me again, okay?"

Didn’t rush to greet him like I used to. I had no strength left for that. His presence filled the room moments later, familiar and foreign all at once. I turned my face away, my body stiff. “Scarlett” he called. His voice was calm. Gentle. The same voice that had once soothed me. But I was past illusions now. Just last night, while I lay here mourning our son, he had been lying with my own sister. Nothing could erase that image. “I know you can hear me" he said softly. “Can we talk?”

"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."

"Aren't you afraid of scarring?" A small, self-deprecating smile touched my lips. Emily was already scarred from the inside out. Five years of silver exposure had damaged us both beyond repair. What was one more visible mark? "Thank you," I said instead of answering, taking the tube with trembling fingers. (Lucian's POV) I watched Elara pocket the healing salve without applying it, her green eyes carefully avoiding mine. Her submissive posture couldn't hide the underlying tension in her shoulders—the wariness of a wolf who expected betrayal at every turn.