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Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

Ameline told her. “He even called the best doctors from abroad to perform your surgery and operation. He did everything in his control to make sure that not a single scar would leave behind your body from that accident,” Ameline's revelation numbed Nina. That was why, seeing those marks on her body, he had always embraced them as his. That was why he never felt disgusted about her marks. That was why he had fallen in love with her scars because he himself was their existence.

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.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

I said and then, she shifted away. In a speed, Scarlett rushed into her car in fear. I smirked as she drove away immediately. “Oh, am good” I told myself and grinned. I entered my car and on checking the time on my phone, I groaned. “Damn, am late already!” I ignited the car and drove off immediately. ———————————————————- *CAMILLE’S POV* The plane .... First thing I did when I woke up this morning was to leave. I had packed my things the previous day and arranged everything for my flight.

Scarlet yawned, she squeezed her eyes closed in pain, and she grabbed onto the side of her bed with tears running down her eyes. She looked around and her friends were both out of their beds, Scarelt began to fidget, an endless waterfall of tears ran down her eyes, and she let out a low scream. The door cracked open with a girl giggling and her back facing the room, she slowly turned around and closed the door behind her still laughing. “Scar?.” Amelia gasped when she saw the scene of Scarlet struggling in pain. She threw her phone on her bed and rushed towards Scarlet. “Hey!!, look at me, breath.” Amelia tapped her back gently while she used her hands as a focus mechanism for Scarlet.

That way, she wouldn't have to face Xavier, who just had a way of making her as uncomfortable as hell. Amelia turned on the cold shower and shivered slightly as the water flowed down her back. She stayed like that for a while. Her eyes caught sight of the big visible scar on her thigh and the memories came flowing back. She swallowed hard. She tried her best to forget, but it was impossible to forget when she had to wake up every day to find the scar largely printed on her thigh. It was hard, but it was something she had to leave with for the past 5 years.

They didn’t make it inside.The rain was cold and his mouth was hot and somewhere between the terrace and the doorway they stopped caring about the difference. His hands found the hem of her shirt his shirt, the one she’d stolen from the laundry because it smelled like cedar and pulled it over her head, and the rain hit her bare skin and she gasped against his mouth and he swallowed the sound like it was something he’d been starving for.She pulled his wet shirt open. Buttons scattered across the stone floor like tiny gunshots. His chest was scarred beneath not just the jaw, but everywhere, a map of violence written across his skin in raised white lines and old burns and the particular pattern

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

“Scars set you apart from everyone else. They don’t ruin your identity; they give you a unique identity. I will make you fall in love with everything about yourself like I do. I will kiss your scars so many times that when you see them — the first thing that comes to your mind is not the scar, but our memories they hold. I will leave my permanent marks in your mind — in your memories. So that before you say you love me, you can proudly say you love yourself more.” There was some depth in his voice, some bewitchment in his words. Nothing and no one had ever made me as impatient as he did. I slid his pants to his ankles. His words were too much for me to handle, too cruel to my heart. Stroking