Scars And Lies Novels & Stories

No one spoke at first. Liam finally stepped forward. “There’s a way to prove it. Call the seer.” Scarlett’s expression didn’t flicker, but her fingers tightened around the hem of her dress. "What?" She asked sharply, looking at me. “You think I’m afraid?” “No,” I said coldly. “I think you’re prepared. Like always. You’ve had years to spin this lie.” I said smugly. Scarlett lies. Constantly. Effortlessly. Through her teeth and with that ridiculous calm in her voice like it’s second nature. Her arms were folded. Her expression carefully blank. Like she hadn’t just claimed my son again with that same disgusting lie.

he mumbled, his voice barely audible as he continued to trace the marks, each one telling a story he desperately wanted to understand. "It's fine, Fabian! Those were marks I got when I gained weight and felt depressed. Losing weight leaves marks like that!" She lied, her voice steady despite the ache of her concealed truth. The scars on her skin told a story far more complex and painful than she let on, a history of battles fought in silence and the deep emotional turmoil she had endured. Yet, she chose to mask her vulnerability trying to shield the truth she isn't ready to tell him yet.

"Take it." One of the other men was already rifling through my jacket, pulling out my phone, my wallet. "Nice phone," he commented, scrolling through it. "Password?" "Go to hell." He shrugged and smashed it against my car's hood. The screen shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the concrete. "Like I said," Scarface repeated, pocketing my watch. "Nothing personal. But stay away from things that don't belong to you." They climbed back into their sedan and drove off, leaving me standing in my driveway, bleeding from a dozen small cuts from the broken glass.

Scott kept his eyes glued to her panicked expression and coldly chimed in, "From the day you joined the Webers, you were already plotting to take everything away from Shirley. You were just acting every single time, faking being bullied by Shirley, and even went as far as to stab yourself just to frame her." I had written all those incidents in my diary. Nicole's face turned stark white. Her lips trembled as she was completely at a loss for how to lie her way out. "You're venomous, Nicole. What did Shirley and I ever do to deserve this? How could you lie to us?" Blinded by rage, Scott lunged forward and wrapped his hand around Nicole's throat. His fingers dug in with brutal force, turning he

Then she spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, "Famous race car driver Spencer Jordan suffered a leg injury after falling off a cliff. Despite the hospital's best efforts, they were unable to save the leg. Understood?" Stunned, I stared at her in disbelief. "Th-that's not exactly legal..." Dr. Reed hesitated at first. However, after Naomi raised her offer to $3 million and applied both threats and temptation, he finally agreed. One look at the two of them was enough to tell me they weren't joking. Cold sweat broke out across my back. I immediately reached for the phone on the bedside table, intending to call the police. Unfortunately, Naomi snatched it away before I could touch it.

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.

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.

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.

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?

“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.