Scars And Lies Novels & Stories

Each touch was deliberate, unhurried, a meditation on the shape and texture of her skin. Elif's hands wandered across his back, feeling the muscles shift and flex beneath his skin. She traced the scars there too, the ones she knew and the ones she did not. Some were old, faded to silver threads. Others were newer, pink and raised, still healing from the battles they had fought. "When did you get this one?" she asked, her fingers brushing a scar on his ribs. "Three weeks ago. One of Liesel's creatures." He kissed her neck. "It does not hurt anymore."

Her carefully curated image was unraveling right in front of everyone’s eyes. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Scarlett stammered, clutching the microphone as if it were a lifeline. Her hair had come loose from its polished style, falling messily around her face. “This is ridiculous—lies! She’s making this up!” Isis laughed—a cold, ruthless sound that silenced Scarlett’s desperate excuses. “Lies? Should we pull up the credit card records? The vacation bookings? Or should I bring out the private messages you sent to Harland at 2 a.m.?”

I can’t help but ask, as the marks that seemed to be welted on her skin were so visible, and too severe to be ignored. Scar turned to look down at her body before looking right back at me. “Maybe you should worry about yours first,” she says, her hand motioning towards my body. My brows creased tighter. What was she talking about? I thought when I drop my gaze down my stomach and thighs, I let out a gasp. Shocked, I couldn’t move or say anything until Scar broke her silence. “Those are infidelity marks,” she says, and I look up, blinking at her. “They occur when your mate is being unfaithful. More will appear in the future,”

it’s the second question I ask her, because I can smell a lie here. Scarlet pays close attention to her, waiting for her to reply to my question. “ I’m sorry, it was a lie.” She cry. “ Why?” my eyes camouflaging to red, clenching my fist as I fight to suppress the anger. “ I was being blackmailed, I didn’t know how to tell you guys.” Whimpering in front of me. “ Blackmail? By him?” I ask, she nods. Scarlet isn’t saying anything yet, and I guess that’s how she handle her temper

"These scars are beautiful, just like you." She leaned forward, laying a gentle kiss on each, just like she had promise to and Zheme stood there and let her. His scars were beautiful? He knew her words were a lie for how can scars be pretty? But because Lexie Shay Dillon said them, he believed, even if in his heart he knew she was lying. Pulling his shirt over his head, he turned to her, eyes as dark as always and face aloof. "Are they?" Lexie nodded, hands moving forward to trace the prominent muscles of his chest. "They are."

Another scar on her neck, this one was more obvious and looked fresh, there were also various scars on her hands and tummy and she had almost forgotten about them. “Oh, these?” She stalled for time as her brain worked fast to produce another lie. “Well I never said I’ve had the easiest of lives, these scars are from the work I did.” “What work?” He asked, squinting suspiciously at her. “Is it really necessary?” She asked with frustration, hoping he wouldn’t press the matter any further. “Kind of, those scars do not look like normal scars.” He got up and walked towards her. Her eyes widened as he did and she started to back away, “King Lucas…what…what are you doing?” She stammered.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

“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.