Scarred Emily Mcintire の小説・ストーリー

Was this one of the tragedies that Elsa envisaged? "I didn't do it, Lucian, please," Scarlett said, weeping while I washed her body. Her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red. This was the first time I would see her truly cry. I held her under the shower. Maxwell and Clay came to hold her too. We tried to console her even though our hearts were heavy too. I could feel her pain, and I was scared of what would happen next.

Not enough to place it. But enough to feel recognition crawl through me like an old wound opening beneath healed skin. Emily looked at me carefully, concern replacing the small amusement she had carried moments earlier. "Scarlett, you're starting to scare me." I blinked and looked toward her. "What do you mean?" "You went pale." She folded her arms slowly. "You looked like someone just dragged a ghost out of your past." My throat tightened. Maybe someone had. "I know that voice," I said quietly. Emily frowned immediately. "Who was it?"

She couldn't bear to see Emily reveling in her newfound power, embracing the darkness that threatened to consume her completely. Summoning her inner strength, Scarlett took a step forward, her eyes narrowing as she locked her gaze with Emily's malevolent stare. "Tell me, Emily," she said, her voice tinged with both defiance and sorrow, "what happened to you? What led you down this path?" Emily's expression momentarily shifted, a flicker of sadness crossing her face before being swiftly replaced by a mask of cold indifference. She took a step closer to Scarlett, her voice low and taunting. "Ah, secrets," she whispered, her tone carrying a dangerous allure. "Would you like me to share one with

A Few days later Lucian kept his distance. Even though it was the last thing Emberlynn would have wanted, she believed it was very much needed. She turned around on the bed before finally sitting up. She gazed at her side, lifting the shirt she wore slightly. She had already healed, but the scar was still there. Even after fighting in a major war in Damien's pack house, she never knew she would sustain such a scar from a minor rogue fight. She had tried erasing the scar with her powers, but it didn't work.

I added quickly, as I recollected how excited Dolphus was when he was explaining to me yesterday in hopes of me giving her a second chance. “Only that?” She asked again, unimpressed. “Is there another?” I asked her because I don't think I'm aware of her treating any other person in my Pack apart from Emily, and also Ryan’s Beta’s mate. “Of cou-, never mind, ” Eira asserted, after a few minutes as she looked down at her entangled fingers as if what she wanted to say wouldn't make a difference. “Oh, Alright then. Can you tell me the medicine plants you used for Emily's scar?” I asked, looking at her as I judged her reaction.

But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. The memories crashed over her like waves—the beating, the humiliation, the rape that Geraldine had covered up. Tears streamed down Emily's face, but they weren't tears of grief. They were tears of rage. She dabbed them quickly, her expression remaining still. Beside her, Nicole's hand found hers. He didn't look at her. But his grip was warm, steady, reassuring. He knows, she thought. He always knows. The priest's voice rose above the hymn.

Her expression was calm. Too calm. “You face the place that broke you.” Then she added, almost quietly— “And you make sure it never can again.” ... At the correctional facility, Scarlett changed into a plain prison uniform, stripped of anything that made her recognizable. No medals. No rank. No armor. She wanted to see who would come for the version of her they thought still existed. When she stepped outside, two people were waiting. James Whitmore. And Sadie Hayes. Of course. Her mother was nowhere in sight.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

they chorus, bowing as they open the gate and step aside. The cell stinks of mildew, sweat, and something fouler. I spot Emily in the corner of one cell. Her knees are curled up, arms rocking, and her fingernails bloody from scratching symbols into the floor. Her lips are split, and her skin is pale, greying. I step inside, closing the door behind me. My Aloha aura came out before I could even summon it. “Who are you?” I ask. “I knlw you're no longer Emily, so… who are you?”