Scarred 소설 & 이야기

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.

I penetrated her memory of being used to satisfy a man, and her pain and suffering made me gnash my teeth and clench my fists. She trembled in her flashback, uttering a name that was not her real name, “Scarlet.” I absorbed how she was incredibly fearful of the man who had ripped her innocence from her and transformed her into the person she is today. A person without morals and dignity, as she called herself in her mind. I released my hand from her forehead, breaking the bond.

The same who have to suffer for the sake of others. Weird. “Gotta!” Finally, I found the book I was looking for. It has been years since I last opened it, and it had dust on every side of it. I took it to my desk. I was sure my doors were closed so I wouldn't get interrupted. One page after the other, I kept flipping until I got to the exact page the diagram was. “THE SCAR OF ANCIENT REMEMBRANCE.” This type of scars symbolizes that life is full of pain and suffering that must be endured with strength and stoicism. It was a sign that all she had passed through in her lifetime will be remembered through him. Diego was her future, the one destined to carry on her legacies.

The mirror showed her all the bruising over her shoulder. It was a mottled pattern of purples and green, unsightly for any party let alone a ball when she was one of the three wolves being honoured. At the centre of it all was the jagged scar that curved over the arch of her shoulder and disappeared behind her. Maddie eyed it and rolled the joint, testing its movement. The pain was almost gone, leaving her with a simple stiffness that she would gladly put up with.

It was also considered as a submission. "Okay, I apologize to the Pride of the Alpha. And I also submit to her. Please don't banish me like that." He said in a fearful tone. His hands and legs were shaking with fear. Just then I noticed something odd. I had never seen it in my entire life, or maybe I just never noticed it. One of James' palms had a scar on it. It was ugly and it looked old. And to be honest, it looked as if he was bitten by a pup a long time ago. I was as if I was a statue. I was not able to move. I did not even know if I was breathing or not.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

“Sorry, I get nervous.” “It’s okay, darling. I know you can’t help it.” She takes my arms and turns them over. “Now, what happened here?” “I… I was in a really dark place and I lost hope.” Admitting to what I did, without actually saying it. She runs her thumb lightly over my scar, then looks at me solemnly. “You know, Zara. In our pack, scars are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of strength. It means you survived something your wolf couldn’t help you through. So, who helped you through this?”