Scars Novel Amelie And Gideon Novels & Stories

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

"I was blind in one eye, Seraphine! Blind! You're absolutely incredible!" Amani's delicate fingers then traced the surface of her neck, lingering over the site where Malakai had attempted to leave his mark on her. "I accepted our rejection," Seraphine's voice trembled with a profound sorrow. "Sorry, love... but some scars run deeper than any healing magic can reach." Amani understood that the scar Seraphine spoke of was not the physical mark that had once marred her neck. That unsightly wound had also vanished, leaving no trace behind. No, Seraphine was referring to the scars etched deep within Amani's heart.

The pain had turned him completely numb. Amelia wiped the blood away from his face with the sleeves of her clothes, but then she realised something, which froze her heart. “Your scar, Callum….” Amelia spoke out, startled, seeing that scar on Callum's face fading. The scar on his face had started vanishing.

His brow furrowed, and he reached up suddenly, wincing as his hand grazed his side. “You’re hurt.” “It’s nothing.” “Gideon.” Gideon didn’t argue again, just sighed and walked toward the armchair by the fire, unbuckling the leather bracers at his arms, then the strap across his chest. I turned slightly, facing the window so Gideon had privacy—but my eyes flicked back. And promptly forgot how to breathe. His tunic was half-peeled off, soaked through with sweat and clinging to the lines of his back. Muscles, yes, of course—but what stunned me more was the damage. Scars.

"Wolfsbane! She coated the knife in Wolfsbane. She’s been trying to poison me! She's been trying to kill my Wolf! I don’t even think she’s poisoned! I think it was all a lie!" To emphasize her point, Amelia extended her arms, displaying the crisscrossed scars that marred her skin. The evidence of her suffering was undeniable. "I haven't been able to heal and I didn’t know why. But look at my scars! It’s all because of her. And you didn't even notice that my scars because you were too busy trying to take care of her. Look at what I've gone through! What I’ve endured! While you doted on her. Gabriel, think about it! She’s been lying to you this whole time!"

Both of them were completely naked inside the water, the water was too clear that their reflection and body were exposed to everything around them. Amelia's body was smooth and fair, not comparable to any normal woman or even a princess from any country. But there were many scars on her body, all of them were deep and none removable. It was such a pity that many scars had seized flesh on her body. But even if the scars were ugly or anything, she wasn't bad looking. Those scars were rather fresh and gave off warlord vibes. Water was moving every second, and it was peaceful, nothing out of ordinary. But then Amelia spotted something in the water.

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."

Scar mentioned with her eyes, which stared in danger at my mate. "Ignore her attitude. "I held onto her hands in a way to calm her down, while Amelia Just hummed to the sound of whatever was coming out of her earphones. Scar looked at me and backed at Amelia with her angry face. Seeing how calm she was now, I took a deep sigh and then started the car and drove off to the pack's Main gate. Amelia POV

_Amelie’s POV_ I couldn’t look away. Even though I wanted to. Everyone thought my every being begged for me to peel my eyes away from his body and look elsewhere. My eyes were fixed on his body. The scars were horrific. They twisted across Matteo’s body, ugly, raw, permanent. Nothing was going to fix scars that looked like these. I wouldn't even wish this kind of thing on my worst enemy. And I knew exactly how they got there. I had caused them.