Scars And Lies Novels & Stories

I watched his gaze drop to the place where the fabric met my thighs and then force itself back to my face. “The scars,” I said. “They are not from any job on record.” “Drop it.” “Yulia saw the old scans. Prolonged captivity. Broken ribs. Wrists that healed wrong. That collarbone scar was never properly closed.” He went completely still on the other side of the door. I heard the controlled sound of his breathing change. “Stop digging, Danika.” “Or what.” “You already know the answer.”

Lia explained "But I cannot. I can't give up and let off everything he did and the places he sent me. It's not that easy. Not once did he think, n-not even once that this could all be a lie, he just... believed it. What does that show? He thinks of me that way. That I am small disgusting slut, which proved to be true" Rosalina spoke in a broken voice

Lusia. She stood beneath the cascading water, steam curling around her delicate frame like a lover’s embrace. Her skin glistened, covered in a soapy lather that slid down the curves of her body, tracing the scars that marred her flesh. Those scars—each one a testament to the suffering she had endured—should have repulsed me. But instead, they fascinated me. They were proof of her resilience, of the fire that burned within her despite everything she had been through.

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

“What’s on your mind?” Elena blinked, breaking eye contact. “Nothing. I’m fine.” How was she supposed to explain? I woke up one morning able to detect lies and through my new powers i figured out that my best friend has been lying to me since literally forever and i confronted her about it and she admitted it but still didn’t say anything except from sorry and ended the conversation by telling me a certain Conor would kill us both? Oh, and her life was probably in danger too? No, thanks.

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 24✨ . . 🔞🔞The scene below is rated. So if you hate it, don't read it. Just skip it🔞🔞 . 🌹Natasha🌹

Jace spinned the bottle and it pointed at Stacey "Truth or dare"he asked "Truth" she replied "You should have chosen dare, any way let me ask you.....do you have a crush " he asked "Nope I don't " she said "Boring ass" Erick said, Stacey glared at him "Ok...Whitney it's your turn" Jace said I spinned the bottle and it pointed to Jack "Truth or dare" I asked "Dare" he replied. I grinned as a mischievous dare hit me

After that, all of them started to look at the man and Lacey, not sure if what Leon said was true! "Everyone, don't listen to him! My sister's scars were caused by Elegante's products. They aren't burn marks at all!" The long-faced man hurriedly denied it. After that, he pushed Lacey forward and shot her a look, "Lacey, tell everyone if what I said is true!" "Yes, my scars were caused by Elegante's cosmetics," Lacey said with an uncertain glint in her eyes, not daring to meet Leon's sharp gaze.

My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. I can’t let him see. If he forces me to take off this shirt, if he sees the raw, jagged tracks Sofia left across my skin—and the older, faded silver scars my brother Caesar carved into me years ago—the carefully curated lie of the perfect, adored Bennington princess will be obliterated. He’ll see exactly how broken I am. He’ll see I’m nothing but a thoroughly discarded tool. “I . . . I scraped myself,” I lie quickly, forcing my voice to sound casual, even though my hands are trembling beneath the heavy wool.