Scars And Lies Mga Nobela at Kwento

a student said it loud enough for her to hear and there was laughter everywhere. “Why would she even come back here?”A girl whispered, loud enough for people to hear. “Even the ugliest thing in the world is more presentable than her.” There was laughter, they weren't so loud to the hearing of the teachers and principal, but their piercing eyes said everything. “She thinks using the scarf to cover her scars will help anything, maybe she should have been burnt in the fire,” a student mocked. “I heard she screamed for hours during the fire and half her hair is gone”, another student echoed

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

“He loves you. I can feel it. And you know you love him too.” “I’m scared,” I whispered back. “What if he breaks me? What if he betrays me… like Alex did?” “People are not the same, Scarlet. You need to understand that.” Scar’s purr was steady, reassuring. “I may not know everything about him, but I can tell, he’s not the kind of man who would hurt you.” “I know…” I admitted, hugging myself tightly. “Then why are you so afraid?” Scar pressed, her voice sharp now, leaving me silent and empty of excuses.

Liora cut him off with a vicious scream: “Don’t you dare entertain her lies, Ronan! She’s just jealous! She sees how much you love me and she wants to ruin everything!” Scarlet laughed. A dark, humorless, bitter laugh. “Oh sweetheart,” she said to Liora, “I don’t need to ruin anything. You’re a fucking walking disaster. You ruin your own damn life.” Ronan inhaled sharply. Scarlet’s wolf whispered inside her, "I thought you planned to hide this till your last breath." Scarlet stepped forward now, her voice cool and merciless, "I can't bare to watch Liora deceive him again."

I wanted to leave this suffocating place. As the car sped off, I could still see the burning hatred in Caleb's expression through the rearview mirror. While I was looking out of the window, my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number with three pictures attached. The first was a golden bracelet engraved with Caleb and Selene's initials, CS. The second was a picture of a huge bouquet of 999 flowers, laid out on a hospital bed. The last picture was of Caleb passionately kissing Selene in the hospital bed.

Firm, Final, and Infuriating. I opened my mouth to argue. Then I remembered the mysterious car. The threatening phone call. The investigation. And unfortunately— He had a point. I hated when he had points. An hour later, I sat in the SUV heading toward my studio. Liam occupied the front passenger seat. I occupied the back. Trying very hard not to feel ridiculous. The silence lasted exactly six minutes. Then curiosity won. "Does Albert do this often?" Liam glanced at me through the mirror. "Do what?" "Turn people's lives upside down." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Not usually."

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

“Oh, shit, kid.” Scars shook his dark head, the kitchen light making the scars on his face glow very white. “You got problems.” “You don’t know the half of it.” “There’s more?” “There’s a woman. An amazing woman, a woman that I love.” “Awww, crap.” Scars reached for the bottle, decided it was time to break out the triples. Maybe even start swigging straight from the bottle neck. “You seeing someone?” “I was, until this happened.”

“And I regret it to this day! I hate being that friend, the one who paints her friend badly,“ Eloise says breathlessly. She screams in pain. “Don’t,” I interrupted. “Did you think I would forget? Not only did you lie to me back then, but you are lying to me now. Old habits die hard, I guess! I got up on my feet and turned to Scar, who leaned against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. His face was a mess of scars; just like his name implied, he looked deadly and ready to deal with her. “Scar?” “Yes, ma'am!”

He stepped back as he asked, "I get it, you don't want me to hurt your lover, I fully understand it." "What? that's not how it is, let me explain, this is just some misunderstanding." Scar said as she wanted to reach out to him but feared that he'd push her away. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, "Explain what? Your little lies, c'mon Scarlett I'm not a five years old, I saw you both sucking each other's faces, what is there to explain?” He paused, racking a hand through his hair in frustration, "When I got this, I didn't want to believe it. I thought it was a lie and everything was edited." He was referring to whatever was in the envelope he was holding.