Scarred Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”

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Marvin I flipped through several pages, my curiosity and confusion pushing me to search for something that might make sense of everything. The memory from the previous day suddenly returned to me. After Beta Raymond had left, I had picked up this very book from the desk because he had forgotten to place it back on the shelves. My fingers moved faster now as I turned the pages until I reached the particular section near the middle of the enormous book he had left behind. There it was, the same scar that met my eyes. My eyes widened as I stared right back at the replica of the scar on Becky's stomach.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

"What, no wine? No cheese platter? You'd think with all this pageantry, you'd at least spring for hospitality." "Silence, wench!" Scarface snarled, slamming the bars with his spear. I tilted my head, eyes narrowing just slightly. Shadows flickered across the floor between us, rising like the tendrils of smoke I hadn't meant to let slip. The torch nearest him sputtered, light bending as if swallowed. His grip on the spear whitened. I smiled. "Say it again." He didn't. ~

Her heart started to hammer with a bit more vigor in her chest when she spotted the scar, it was a long prominent cut on his neck, hard not to notice. She smiled...after all, this was the first scarred alpha to take the bait. "The devil was once an angel." She took the sip, and as the bitter liquid slid down her throat, she almost coughed up her pride. It was a mystery how she held it back. The man chuckled, taking a seat beside her. "I guess you're right." He turned to the bartender. "Another whiskey." Linessa took another sip of hers. "So," he turned back to her. "I heard your little outburst about your taste in men. Men with scars on their neck, huh?"

They didn’t make it inside.The rain was cold and his mouth was hot and somewhere between the terrace and the doorway they stopped caring about the difference. His hands found the hem of her shirt his shirt, the one she’d stolen from the laundry because it smelled like cedar and pulled it over her head, and the rain hit her bare skin and she gasped against his mouth and he swallowed the sound like it was something he’d been starving for.She pulled his wet shirt open. Buttons scattered across the stone floor like tiny gunshots. His chest was scarred beneath not just the jaw, but everywhere, a map of violence written across his skin in raised white lines and old burns and the particular pattern

The one to hurt and drag. So, this was new and different and it felt fulfilling. It felt like I was finally getting my life in order. It felt beyond anything I had ever heard of. My entire body sizzled with unstoppable electrifying sparks as I watched him. He was huge but somehow, that didn't scare me. If anything, it turned me on even more. Holy goddess. “I want you Kieran” he whispered as I pulled me in, flush against his chest and I whimpered at the heat of his kin against mine.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.