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His lips found the curve of her throat, trailing down with reverence, not haste. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded. "I need to feel something that isn't pain." He undressed her slowly, carefully unveiling every inch of her skin like a prayer. She kissed the scars on his chest; he kissed the onee etched into her heart. She signed in pleasure as he took her bosom in his mouth. She opened to him like a flower and he made love to her. When they came together, it was more than passion. It was reclamation. A vow that despite all they had endured, they were still standing. Still together.

Indescribable fury was all over him as he gave the old man a death glare. Mrs. Cora thought it was over and Miguel just decided to give up when she saw him walked away from their front house. But, he stopped and bent down. He seems to be picking something from the ground. She then heard a crack sound of a broken glass. Mrs. Cora’s eye stretched wider seeing that the man came again towards Teofilo with a broken bottle in his hand. Worried what he might do to his husband with unstable emotion like has now. But what happened next was unimaginable, horror engulfed the woman’s senses. Her body hair spiked in goosebumps as he slit his forearm with the bottle. Even, the old man was stunned by the s

It had been so long since he last saw her smile like that. It turned out she could still laugh so freely. She just couldn't do it when she was with him. The whole world could see her happiness. The only difference was that he wasn't the one beside her. Tristan's throat tightened, and his chest felt hollow. He had truly lost her. Frame by frame, he watched the entire video. A dull ache spread in his chest. He had thought he didn't love her anymore. He had thought he could be happy with Chloe. But now that he had truly lost Esther, the pain was unbearable.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,

Chapter 1: The "Scarred One" Amelie "I, Amelie Ashwood, reject you, Tate Cozad, as my mate. I REJECT YOU!" I screamed with the last of my energy. I took the silver blade dipped in my blood to my mate mark. The searing pain my body and my wolf felt was like my heart was being ripped from my chest while being hit by a bus. I guess not all new starts are bright and shiny. The physical pain was unbearable, but my mind was clear. "I did it. I'm free." I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free.

Dad on my defense but I'm so stunned by Emily's accusations. Chapter two please don't forget to vote and comment and if possible share with your friends

I screamed as my chest seared. My vision blurred. Flames raced up my arms, my neck, and my spine. The bond flipped like a blade in reverse, cutting from his soul back into mine. I fell to the ground. Hands spasming. My magic, trying to pull itself apart. And then— Thorne tackled me to the floor, muttering something in the Old Tongue. His voice cut through the fire. The bond pulsed once more— Then dimmed. Not broken. Not healed. Just… scarred.