Scars And Lies Novels & Stories

She leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder as she laughed "No your are sharing false stories with me, Liam. Your scars are a testament to your bravery and determination. They make you who you are." Liam wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. "And who am I to argue with such a beautiful sentiment?" he whispered, his voice tinged with affection. They stayed like that for a while, finding solace in each other's presence. The scars on Liam's body no longer held an air of mystery; they were part of a shared narrative between them. In Rose's eyes, they represented the strength and resilience that had drawn her to him

Your encouragement gave me strength, motivation, and purpose. Scarred Under Moonlight became more than just a novel. It became a shared experience, one built on emotion, connection, and trust. Together, we explored love, loss, resilience, and healing. Together, we watched as characters grew, stumbled, rose, and finally found peace. That shared experience is something I will always treasure.

Lucas’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed low and steady, his eyes scanning the deck around us. “Guy’s a piece of work. You good to keep going? Scars is waiting.” I nodded, forcing my focus back into place. “I’m good. Let’s do this.” ***** I took a deep breath, smoothing down the crimson satin of my dress, and pushed the door open. Scars was sitting on a low velvet couch in the corner, a glass of scotch already in his hand. He had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down, exposing the heavy black ink wrapping around his forearms. When the door clicked shut behind me, he looked up.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

The tops and bottoms of his forearms are covered in horizontal scars. His inner war is seen on the battlefield of his skin. I touch his scars with my thumb and feel their bumps and edges without asking. They are all raised like the text of a brail novel. My eyes begin turning red. The more I touch his scars, the more I want to know. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he lets me study his scars. I count them. I see them. And I know the truth that Jeremy Davis needs my help to save his life.

When people became anxious, their voices often rose involuntarily, a subconscious attempt to convince others. Liam's eyebrows furrowed unconsciously as he recalled Gwyneth's previous explanation about the distinction between burn and scald scars. Taking a stride forward with his long legs, he parted his thin lips slightly and spoke in a calm tone. "Lately, I've been looking into burn scars and I've discovered that they can actually be completely eliminated." Liam's tone, though devoid of emotion, sent shivers down Elizabeth's spine. His words abruptly halted her feigned tears. She lifted her head, gazing at the man in front of her. She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to steady her tre

“It really is just sex. Was.” “You don’t do that.” “I don’t do what?” “Just sex. You ain’t built that way, baby girl.” “Well – that’s normally true.” “And Scars doesn’t do just sex.” “Sure, he does. He did.” “Nope. He doesn’t and he didn’t. He told you that he doesn’t and he didn’t.” “You believe him?”

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

I explained, "There are a few people in the office who have lines at the bottom of their eyes. I was wondering if it was a parasite." Suddenly, she gasped like she'd just been struck by lightning. "What?! Lines? Are they light gray or black?" She leaned in to look at my eyes more closely. I replied, "Light gray. Why?" "Soul-Binding Vines!" Tracie said slowly, the strange term rolling off her tongue. "Soul-Binding Vines? What is that?" I asked, confused. Tracie glanced toward the door and bit her lip. "Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses."

“That Scar Icegard is your mate. The same one that was stolen from his family years ago. The same one that was stolen from you years ago.” Tears flood my vision, distorting everything. I sway again, the paper slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor. My hands fly to my head, gripping tightly, like I can hold the world together if I just press hard enough. How is this possible? How is he here? How did this all happen? Scar, a werewolf? A vampire? How? “Scar is a werewolf?” I ask, confusion choking the words as a sob claws its way up my throat.