Novel & Cerita Scars Novel Amelie And Gideon

“I didn’t mean for them to see that, Cayden. I swear, I—” “Save it,” he cut in, every word like glass under my skin. And then I heard her. Scarlett’s laugh, polished and light, as she glided toward us with two friends in tow. Her eyes flicked between Cayden’s hand still on my arm and my tear-streaked face. Suspicion hardened into something sharper. Her eyes. Green, bright as shattered glass. The same color Cayden always claimed to love in me. Look at me, Amelia. Let me drown in them, he’d beg me.

0 She turns her head to the side and I know what I need to do and I return the gesture, and in doing so I feel our bodies entwine and our thoughts become one. 0 We make love for hours, until we are both completely exhausted and she runs her hand over the scars on my chest and kisses the scar on my face that my uncle gave me. 0 "You can have Gideon heal these you know," she says. 0 "I know, I don't want him to. I want them as reminders of what happened, so that it never happens again. I don't want to erase it." I say and she doesn't say anything, she just cuddles close to me and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest.

Back at the mansion, hours had passed and Amelia had finished with her morning exercise. After taking a shower and dressing up in a casual strapless blue maxi dress. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror and examined the obvious scar on her back. The bandage had been removed and the wound had closed up, forming a scab but it was still painful inside. Especially on cold days. Being shot was nasty. It wasn't like how they showed it in movies. There's no way she could wear a sexy bikini now. The scar made her back look hideous. But she wasn't complaining….it was proof that she prevented a calamity that would have broken her entirely.

He found it hard to do with Amy trailing open-mouthed kisses across his bare back. The boots landed with twin thuds. Never had Riley been so glad to be rid of them. And never did he remember laughing so much during the removal, or being so thoroughly distracted. Then he turned to take Amy in his arms and froze. He knew, without asking, what he was seeing. The pale pink scar on her left side, just below her ribs. With a hand that wanted to tremble, he touched a finger to the scar, felt the extra-thick skin that was part smooth, part puckered. “You left a little

I missed my mate, and I am determined to have her tonight. “I have a ton of work to get done,” Amelie murmurs at the dinner table. We are all together, Amelie on my right, Blake and Rosie on my left, Zack beside Rosie and Shane beside Amelie. I take her hand on the table, “That can wait until tomorrow I am sure,” I say with a smile at her. She does not look at me and I am starting to wonder if she has been making excuses not to be with me. Is she bothered with the scars on my chest?

And right now, her presence was undoing me in a way nothing else ever had. Amelia moved with purpose, stripping away my clothes like they offended her, and maybe they did—those clothes were a costume, worn for people who'd never loved me. But with every button undone, every sleeve peeled away, I felt less like a mannequin and more like a man. Her man. And God, I wanted to feel that way longer than this moment. She pressed her lips to the jagged scar along my abdomen—one from surgery, post-accident—and I flinched, not from pain but from the sheer fact that someone could touch that place and not recoil. That someone could see it and not be reminded of everything I’d lost.

"Take it." One of the other men was already rifling through my jacket, pulling out my phone, my wallet. "Nice phone," he commented, scrolling through it. "Password?" "Go to hell." He shrugged and smashed it against my car's hood. The screen shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the concrete. "Like I said," Scarface repeated, pocketing my watch. "Nothing personal. But stay away from things that don't belong to you." They climbed back into their sedan and drove off, leaving me standing in my driveway, bleeding from a dozen small cuts from the broken glass.

Alice. I stood up, shaky, and pushed away his hand that tried to help me. "It's too difficult to live without love. "At first, I had my parents' love. Then, I thought your love would be enough for me. "I was wrong. Trusting you cost me so much. "Don't come looking for me, Alexander. It's all over between us." The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed.

Scar leaned on a car,her hands trembling,her body was visibly shaking,the audacity,the betrayal hurts but she's gonna strike them back harder. “Scar” Domnic called, walking towards her. She turned, hiding her shaky hands,he smiled warmly, his hands tucked in his lab coat Pocket. “I'll be done with my shift soon, I'll drop you home” Scar straightened her posture, “Don't worry I'm fine,I have a few stops to make,I don't want to bother you” She answered as she walked towards the road,she hailed a cab and got in. Scar closed her eyes as she drifted into a memory.

Marvin I flipped through several pages, my curiosity and confusion pushing me to search for something that might make sense of everything. The memory from the previous day suddenly returned to me. After Beta Raymond had left, I had picked up this very book from the desk because he had forgotten to place it back on the shelves. My fingers moved faster now as I turned the pages until I reached the particular section near the middle of the enormous book he had left behind. There it was, the same scar that met my eyes. My eyes widened as I stared right back at the replica of the scar on Becky's stomach.