Scars Novel Amelie And Gideon Novels & Stories

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

It had been over a month since the failed attack on the palace and Omar couldn't travel then because of his injury, he had been advised against it, mostly because it was a bullet wound and it would draw speculations ammd unwanted attentions, King Jaan wanted the palace incident to be as private as possible, but Omar was healing pretty fast, the scar was there but the skin had been stitched and it had healed now. "Your injuries are mostly gone." Mariam commented. "I no longer have to hear you whine and complain of the pain any more." "Whine and complain?" Omar freigned anger. "I do not whine and complain, I have you to do that. Besides, the pain is all gone now." He winked and laughed. Mariam

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.

You're going to the city with the driver and another car. Dalia scrunched her face and also turned to leave. -- Agnes was pale. She can feel his hot body against hers as she leans on him. His body was lean and hard. With sturdy muscles and refined abs. She knew, without even striping him. Because, well, she saw them before. But no matter how conditioned his body was and how well proportion it was, it sticking close to her made her skin crawl for a good reason; She hasn’t forgotten about what happened a month ago.

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

"I'll find her. And when I do. I'll beg. Beg on bended knee. Go where she goes. But show Harrison Blackwood is not the devil Maya portrayed him to be. Be the man Leya needs." Alone, finally, in her life, the therapist cocked her head to one side. "That is your promise. Now hold on." And as Harrison left that office that night, his chest aching but his heart seething once more, there was one thing echoing in his ears above the rest: He had scars that would haunt him for a lifetime. And out of those scars had been driven home a promise — a promise that would be the refrain of his years.

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

he allowed her and let go of her hand. Amelia immediately touched the small scar on his neck and this made Arthur hiss sharply. She quickly retracted her hands when she heard him hiss. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked. “No you didn’t, I only hissed sharply because I remembered how I got the scar,” Arthur told Amelia. “I’m curious to know how you got the scar as it is one of the few ones on your body meaning it is the one of the wounds that didn’t heal fully,” Amelia said.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

I reached my hand out and touched the puckered skin where the bullet had almost pierced her heart. “Beautiful,” I whispered, “I need to tell you something, Amelia.” “Mmmhhhh. What, Adrian?” Amelia moaned at my touch. I struggled to find the words, and I continued to trace the scar gently. I moved closer and leaned down to press my lips against her marred skin. She took a sharp breath and hissed through her teeth, “Are you okay?” I asked. “Mmhmm, sorry. Your lips are just warm. I’ve missed this,” she sighed and melted into my touch.