Novel & Cerita Scarred Spicy Chapters

I took up the book I was holding, and strolled out of the sitting room without returning. I shut the door behind me and leant on it a moment. Not crying. Not shaking. Just breathing slowly. I still had the image of Jake and Cassandra in my head, but this time it no longer seemed like a knife. It was something foreign to me. Something that did not belong to me. I went back to the bed, sat down and again opened my book. The words were still there. The same page. The same lines. I read them this time round. No tears. No anger. No memories interrupting me.

“You dared to sleep with my mate… you dared to carry his child.” She pressed the burning tip of the cigarette into my palm. The pain was immediate and searing. I screamed, my voice cracking as the burn seared through flesh and nerves. The stench of scorched skin filled the air. I could hardly breathe. “Now you’ll have something to remember me by,” she whispered against my ear, her voice like venom. “A scar for a scar.” I sobbed, biting down on my lip to silence my cries. But it was no use—every nerve in my hand screamed.

“You look… handsome.” He raised a brow, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Thank you.” Realizing what I’d said, I looked away quickly. “Um......could you help me with my zipper? I can’t reach.” “Of course.” He moved closer, his hands brushing lightly against my back as he pulled the zipper up. His touch was gentle, but it sent sparks racing through my skin. When he finished, he didn’t step away immediately. Instead, his reflection met mine in the mirror. His voice was soft when he said, “‘You are enough. You are not determined by your scars.’”

“Relax. She’s not worth the energy. I’m just happy you’re back, Mira.” Mira blinked, her expression softening for the first time. “You missed me?” “Like hell I did,” Scarlet said sarcastically, but her tone cracked. “The room was too damn quiet without you.” Mira chuckled ... that wicked, carefree sound Scarlet had missed so much. But then something strange happened. The bruises that painted Mira’s skin ... the ones that looked deep, fresh, painful ... began to fade. One by one, the angry welts melted away, leaving her skin smooth and flawless.

Scarlett’s POV Every breath I took carried the tang of salt, oil, and smoke the kind that burned at the back of your throat and never left. The city lights had long since disappeared behind us, swallowed by fog. Only the hum of the car engine and Damien’s steady breathing filled the silence. We hadn’t spoken since the explosion. There hadn’t been anything to say. The vault, the files, the answers are all gone. All except the single page now folded in my pocket, its red-circled words burned into my memory.

C H A S E It didn't hurt again. No, it didn’t. In fact, it was completely healed, surely leaving behind its main purpose; a scar, but every time she remembered that night, Sophia could still feel the pain of a scalding hot knife tearing at her skin in form of those five letters. It mentally stung her more and the need to claw on the scar and rip it off gnawed at her mind but that was impossible. It was impossible to rip off something that had become a part of her skin. Warm arms engulfed Sophia in a hug from behind her, before the scent of sandalwood hit her nostrils and she froze in her place. The fingers on the scar froze also. “Do you like it?"

Veeraj was worth it. Even if he destroyed me. END OF CHAPTER 26

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

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A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.