Scarred Emily Mcintire Mga Nobela at Kwento

For a second, I couldn’t even move. Her face… her body… it didn’t look like Emily anymore. Bruises covered her skin. The marks of whips, of fists, of pain. I could see dried blood. Her clothes were torn and dirty. I dropped to my knees beside her. My hands trembled as I touched her arm. She was cold. Too cold. I pressed my fingers to her neck, trying to find a pulse. Nothing. I placed my hand on her chest. Yet, silence. No.

"I'm telling you to be careful. To remember who you are. To make sure that when this is over, there's still something left of the woman I love." I felt the tears prick at my eyes. I blinked them back. "I don't know if there is," I admitted. "I don't know if there's anything left of her. The woman I used to be." "There is." He squeezed my hand. "I see her when you laugh. When you smile. When you talk about the future. She's still there, Emily. She's just buried deep." I shook my head slowly. "Emily is dead, Father. She died on those stairs. I'm Scarlett now. Scarlett is what's left."

Underground beneath the banter something was shifting,a new power rising built from betrayal and broken pieces,men who rule the dark are watching, because a daring attack like this with so many lives lost is a bold statement. The day was blurry for Scar,she drifted in and out of consciousness, battling her demons. Ethan remained by her side, offering reassurances and comfort when she needed them, cancelling every appointment for the day. “You think you are gorgeous” “Pin her down,mark her face,let's see if she'll still be confident with scars” Scar screamed in pain as they held her down a sharp knife marking her face. “Stop it, please” She screamed. “Lisa, Lisa”

..*..*..*... --“You often say the pain you are giving me is only physical; it’ll eventually fade after the night ends. But what about the scar you gave me in my heart….. you may be can't seen but the depth of the scar can never be healed in fact with the passing of each and every day it's getting deeper.”-- Emily sat uneasily in the plush chair, feeling the weight of Steve's intense gaze bearing down on her. Steve made her sit in front him. The laptop screen in front of her flickered with data, but her mind struggled to focus, distracted by the palpable tension in the room.

Once again, I saw Miranda standing outside the hospital room. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and stormed toward me with a fiery expression. Miranda raised her hand high, ready to slap me across the face. But before her hand could make contact, I grabbed her wrist tightly. Miranda was clearly taken aback by my resistance, and her face twisted in frustration. "It's all your fault, you filthy woman! You've ruined Ryan!" I shot back coldly, "Why don't you go ask Ryan how he ended up like this?"

He was hoping that a hug would make it better,that a hug would take away what he had done,but of course it wouldn't. He hit me-Once! Once was enough to scare the hell out of me. Liam pulled back from the hug and looked at the damage to my face.At that point sadness clouded my features."Jesus,Em..I'm so sorry!!" He never calls me Em,It's always been just Emilia. Liam and I have had blazing rows at points when he can't control his Jealously issues..but it's never been this. He's sorry-He's sorry!!

There was too much else to think about for me to start safely, so I focused on my task and my task alone. She didn’t move once. Her beautiful face was slack, emotionless, where it rested against my shoulder. I cradled her. Would this be the last time I held her? My armour shattered. A strained sob was wrenched painfully from my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, needing to go on. I couldn’t fall apart, not yet. Not before I’d got Scarlett to someone who could help. Emila reached the medical centre the same second I did. Harried looking, with grey-streaked hair flying everywhere as it tried to escape her usually tight bun, she waved me inside with trembling hands and wild eyes.

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.

I screamed and yelled at her. "Ha!! Did you say a day never passed when they never let us feel like orphans? Where were they when we needed them most." Emily sat on her ash and black king size bed taking off her heels. She was fuming with rage her face and eared red from anger. If I'm not exaggerating, I will say steams are coming out of her nose and ears. ...They where always here Em, they never left. They love you as their own. They even raised you as theirs.

His palms on the either side side of her head, as he balancing his weight and hovers over her. "No Vivian... it's-' She chuckles again and next he knows, she pulls away her shirt desperately, leaving her only in her innerwear. His eyes widen but he doesn't stop, too shocked to say anything. "I am no longer beautiful. I have these scars that remind you of her....is this why don't want me now Ethan?" He states down at her body and the scars make him clench his fists....he hated himself...each healed line making him hate himself more.