Novel & Cerita Scars And Lies

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

Scar's body relaxed, his shivers subsiding, and a semblance of tranquility settled over his features. Lena watched him sleep peacefully, marveling at the contrast between his calm demeanor and his turbulent past. She wondered what he dreamed about, what he feared, what he hoped for. Exhausted from her unwavering care, Lena contemplated leaving Scar's side to tend to her own needs. But as if guided by an unseen force, Scar's hand reached out, entwining his fingers with hers, pulling her closer. In his unconscious state, his defenses were lowered, and vulnerability seeped through his hardened exterior.

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

he asked. "Throw them?" I smirk, " I'll bring them back to their parents tomorrow," I said. The little girl starts crying, "No! please don't!" the girl cries. The youngest buried his face in Nate's neck while the other boy stay silent, but he looks frightened. "Please don't bring us back! I'm begging," for a young age, the little girl started to beg. "Why?" Nate didn't control himself and asked. "Our dad is trying to sell us! he keeps hurting me and my brothers!" My eyes sharpen, so that's where they get their scars and bruise.

Scarlett rubbed their head and said with a smile. The two little buns retreated to their rooms. "So Lily? What exactly are you talking about?" She asked Lily who was busy biting an apple. "You heard clearly, I didn't stay beside Ryan for so long for nothing. I know that your parents organs will be used to cure a VVIP customer that I know nothing About. And it is going to be real soon. Scar, They really lied to you" Lily said as Scar stood at a spot petrified. "You mean, I kept working for people that not only held my parents hostage but also wants to take their organs illegally?" Scar muttered as he trembled.

They were all written in a poetic way with perfume references. ‘When you said I was your favorite scent, was that also a lie?’ ‘You said I reminded you of blooming lilies and daisies during spring . You said you found me intoxicatingly beautiful. You said a lot of things. You promised.’ This one was lengthier, but it also had no signature or initials. It felt like I was intruding on a private moment between old lovers. My cheeks instantly turn red at the thought. Did grandmother have an old lover? Were they letters from my grandfather?

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

“Please, I didn’t mean to sound that way, but you’ve got to take it easy on me, it really hurts, and I must confess, I…” “Anastasya Volkov, you’ll have to stay still and let me do my job. I spent four years studying this and an extra year for my internship, okay? I felt maybe you’ll have to just try to hold on and let me finish up with this as soon as possible, maybe by now I would’ve been done with the dressing. This is a very little bruise, but once it’s infected, it’s a whole new problem on its own.” She said as she bent to pick the scissors and paused. She had her eyes glued to mine as she sneered.