Scarred นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

My heart raced almost as much as it hurt. I pressed my eyes shut as her words rang in my head again. I thought I had grown past the threshold of being affected by mere words, but apparently, I was yet to meet Xander's mother. "What if she has any criminal records? She could be a thief for all we know. A murderer…" Her words swarmed around my head, each one causing a constant ache in my chest. She had called me trash, and even though she wasn't the first person to use derogatory remarks on me, it still hurt as hell, and I had an idea why. It was because it came from Xander's mother. My mate's mother.

I can’t help but ask, as the marks that seemed to be welted on her skin were so visible, and too severe to be ignored. Scar turned to look down at her body before looking right back at me. “Maybe you should worry about yours first,” she says, her hand motioning towards my body. My brows creased tighter. What was she talking about? I thought when I drop my gaze down my stomach and thighs, I let out a gasp. Shocked, I couldn’t move or say anything until Scar broke her silence. “Those are infidelity marks,” she says, and I look up, blinking at her. “They occur when your mate is being unfaithful. More will appear in the future,”

I walk up to him and kneel in front of him. “James…” I say again, but he doesn’t respond. “James.” I repeat, still nothing. His eyes are filled with sorrow. It breaks my heart to realize he’s probably not going to survive this heartbreak. He looks like he’s in shock, but once that shock breaks, he’ll come undone. He’s been scarred deeply. Not all scars are visible. Some run so deep they leave no mark except the one carved into a broken soul. And James’s soul has definitely been broken.

scar laid curled in the bed the pain is much,to live is hard,to die is harder,there was a gentle knock on the door. “Come in”she said sitting up,as Aria stepped in,she sat close to her holding her hand. “How are you feeling now” she asked her voice with concern. “Fine”scar answered coldly. “Seriously fine,you are anything but fine,scar people who are fine don't lose conciousness four times in just two weeks, they don't scream and cry in their dreams,they don't constantly feel pains” Scar lips curled upwards as their eyes met concern and cold.

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

I explained. I touched my side. I have no idea which one of them got me but one of them did. I have a three or four inch scar down my right side now from them. Wolves don’t normally scar and if we do silver is normally involved, but their fucking claws left a scar. I know they did not have silver tipped claws because the wound never burnt like silver would have. I am not sure why the wound scared.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.