Scars And Lies Mga Nobela at Kwento

If he would say that it was his right, then that would be a lie. It was Liara who had suggested to him the night when she saw his scars for the first time by saying, 'Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived. Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make the scars in your life disappear, but you can change the way you see them. And if you will ask me, then you can get your body tattooed with beautiful art to change the way to look at your body.'

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

“You want to trust him? Fine. But look at me, Cassius.” She yanked the sleeve of her dress down, exposing red, raw lines along her shoulder and upper arm. “Do these look like lies to you? Do these look like something someone would fake?” My eyes locked on the scars. They were real. They were angry. But for some reason, all I felt was… ice. Stillness. Silence. The Blue-Stone Alpha didn’t move. Lorien didn’t blink. Julian swallowed hard and looked away. And I—

I tear the fabric from her torso, the last remnants of her pride falling away with it. Her battered skin is laid bare, and the scars tell a story I don’t yet understand. Written in pain, in blood. And for a moment, I hate them, the scars. Not because they make me sick, but because they make me feel… something else. Something raw. Something burning deep inside me. I lean in, close enough to feel her breath hitch against my lips. It was hot and quick. "These scars," I hiss. "Are they proof of your lies? Or are they the remnants of your sins?"

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

I smile again and thread my hand into his hair. His scalp is…textured. Pebbly, almost. I run my finger over the skin, trying to make sense of it. A nasty bout of acne? Eczema? My thumb catches the edge of a fine, straight line. They’re scars. His whole head is covered in scars. I clutch my gauzy, powder pink skirt in trembling fingers, caught somewhere between rage and despair. “Fine!” Ryan shouts. “Think I’m making a mistake all you want, Lil. But I’m not going to miss my goddamn—”

" I can share my routine with you, it will probably work for you. Your physic is not so... I'm just realizing it, you have so much freckles. Right here .. and here, even on your chest, and your skin is so smooth, do you do skincare?" I blush furiously and thwart his hand from my chest, he's behaving like I'm a new specimen. "These marks are..." Holy shit! I wrap the towel around my shoulders consciously, the scars have not completely faded. I don't even think they ever will, Pierce is so obsessed with inflicting new ones. "I got bitten by a dog..." Why is this the only fucking lie that I can come up with? How creative, Kai! "Damn, it must have been an aggressive one..."

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.

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.

“The scar. The one the girl who saved me had. The one you were supposed to have.” Lily’s mind raced. How did he remember something like that? How could he be this sharp? She swallowed. “I— I had it removed,” she lied smoothly, forcing a soft laugh. “I hated it, so when I traveled abroad, I had a procedure done.” Marcus would have believed her. If he hadn’t already seen the scar on Lilian. His lips curled into a humorless smirk. He shook his head slightly, exhaling as if he was almost impressed by her audacity. Then his expression turned to stone.