Scarred Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

I ordered the attendant to take off the sheets as I drew out my phone to take quick pictures of the scratches, scars, and marks that were still faint like cuts on different parts of her skin. As I was about to leave, the attendant called my attention to a scar I didn't even notice settled on her tummy. That scar was strange in its appearance, but I'm not in the right frame of mind to start dissolving that mystery yet, so I took a quick photo shot of it and then left the morgue. By the time we returned to the car, I dropped my head on the steering wheel as the emotions all crashed down on me. I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath up until then, until Renz spoke.

He caught the heavy bag with one hand, stopping its momentum instantly, his chest heaving. "I... the noise woke me," Emily said, stepping fully into the room. Ethan turned. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead. A bruise was blooming on his knuckles, healing even as she watched. But it was the scars that drew her eye. Now that he was stripped of his suit, she could see them. Pale, jagged lines crisscrossing his torso. Claw marks. Bite marks. A particularly nasty burn scar on his left shoulder. They were a map of a life lived in the trenches.

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

《 CRAVED BY THE LYCAN QUADRUPLETS 》 CHAPTER 213 EMILY. As we ran, I kept looking back for any signs of danger. Although I was sure that Jack would not come after us, it was never bad to be cautious. I was not sure if Lucy would insist on coming after us too, she could be very narrow-minded at times. My wounds had started to heal but it was still painful, I had also broken two or three rib bones but the wound on my leg had already formed a scab.

She would fight on, not only for her unborn child but also for the memory of the brave wolf who had given his life to protect her. Emily steeled herself, wiping away her tears, and met Alexander's gaze with newfound resolve. Though shattered and grieving, she refused to let despair consume her. The journey for freedom had taken a devastating turn, but she would find the strength to carry on, honoring Lucas's memory as she fought for the future of her child and herself. EMILY'S POV: As Lucas's lifeless body lay before me, a wave of grief and anguish crashed over my trembling form. Tears streamed down my face, blending with the dirt and blood on the ground. His sacrifice had shattered my hopes

Daniel laughed, "You almost died? Well, I guess this is a lesson for you. Next time, mind your business, okay? You do not know who that guy is, and you do not know what prompts me to punish my underlings the way I choose to. Don't try to get involved next time." Her hand went to the bruise around her neck, and she said, "I don't know how long it will take for this scar to disappear." "Let me see," Daniel said. He tried to touch the scar on her neck, but she slapped his hand away. However, he persistently pulled her closer and looked at the mark. "I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I lost my temper over there. But listen, Emily, don't try to push my buttons next time, okay? Come on, let's get to t

SCARLETT I slowly pick up the gun, pointing it at his forehead with my hands trembling. Hate, anger, frustration, all compounding and marauding my thoughts. The memories of everything he did to me, cheating on me with Ashley and humiliating me time and time again for her sake, conniving with her to use me to frame my father and send him to prison, an act that plunged my life into hell and then the verbal, emotional and physical abuse that followed.

I hope that we can get by all the stuff that has happened, and she will not hold it against me for disappearing. Scarlett got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. I chucked on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I could hear small branches snapping outside. There must be a deer wandering around close again to the cabin as the branches snapping sounds like it is right outside my front door.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”