Scars Novel Amelie And Gideon Novels & Stories

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

I watched, horrified, as one bodyguard dumped the ashes onto the floor like they were nothing. My whole body shook with rage. All I wanted was to grab something sharp and end Ethan right there. Bella stepped forward, grinding her heel into the ashes. "Grace, on behalf of my hamster, thank you." Seeing her crush my grandma's ashes under her heel sent me over the edge. I let out a raw scream, "Get away, Bella!"

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

“Well, I’m going to love you until I can melt those scars away.” My head turns toward him. The intensity in his eyes makes my chest tighten with emotions I don’t even have names for. His hand slides to my face, caressing me gently. “Your skin is perfect either way, but I’m going to love you until you forget you have these at all.” His calloused but soft hand settles possessively on my thigh. “Goddamn! I can feel the tension! You’re not alone here, you know!” Dash shouts. Embarrassed, I straighten up immediately.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

I do not want to see Rain or any of their guests so please hurry! When Mabel arrived, she helped Ami get out of the manor’s premises as quietly as they could although the sound of the car was not muffled when they left. She saw Rain running behind them but looking at Ami’s ashen face told Mabel something has gone very,very wrong. During her own misfortune two years ago, she and Ami had formed a tighter bond and she will do everything in her power to be with her now as she clearly needs a female shoulder to cry on, though Ami is not really the crying sort. On the way to the airport, Ami was very quiet and respecting her wish to be left alone for a while, Mabel indulged her cousin by just offe

‘Of course, there was nothing girls like her had to offer, except trouble. “These marks still seem so pronounced on the skin of your back. Shouldn't you do something to get rid of them?” Amelia's sudden eyes wandered to the recalcitrant old scars that crossed Skylar's back, which were a result of how her father had made her life hell as a child.

The gym was silent except for their ragged breaths. The straps hung limp above them, leather still warm from her skin. Sweat slicked Ciaran’s chest, dripping down over scars that caught the light like rivers of fire frozen in flesh. Elodie lay crumpled against him, thighs trembling, wrists red, her pulse still hammering in her ears. She should’ve felt ashamed. She should’ve demanded answers. Instead, her cheek pressed to his scarred chest, listening to the furious drum of his heartbeat as though it tethered her to something more real than anything she’d ever known.

Cassia watched me carefully fill the cracks on her face with gold dust, and her eyes slowly filled with tears. For the first time in a thousand years, someone saw her scars as something beautiful to be repaired. Gideon felt the focus and gentleness as I reinforced his armor, and his stitched-together body no longer felt shame for its ugliness. In the middle of this heartwarming moment, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled me back. "Alright, alright," Damien's lazy voice cut in, thick with jealousy. "Don't wear her out." "Didn't you hear?" he drawled, stepping protectively in front of me. "My fiancée is giving you a makeover. Now, get in line. One at a time. And don't you dare scare her."