Novel & Cerita Scars Novel Amelie And Gideon Read Online Free

SCARLETT The night air was thick with the taste of rain and something else: electricity, anticipation, dread. I stood on the balcony of the safehouse Damien had chosen, the city lights below shimmering like distant fires. My heart beat in unsteady rhythms, as if my body already knew what was coming. The war wasn’t at our doorstep anymore, it was clawing at the windows. Behind me, Damien’s voice cut through the silence. “Scarlett, come inside.”

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

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

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.

"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!"

"I see proof that possession didn't destroy you. That divine judgment couldn't break you. That you fought for the right to choose your own life and won. Those scars are beautiful because they mean you're here. With me. Choosing this. And I'll spend the rest of my life grateful for every single one because they brought you to this moment." Amelia kissed him, desperate and grateful and overwhelmed with the simple miracle of being seen completely and loved anyway. Not despite her damage but including it. Acknowledging it as part of her story without making it the whole story. When they pulled apart, she looked back at the mirror, at their reflection together. Her scars visible in morning light.

SCAR'S POV. I lazily open my eyes, at the feeling of been lifted off the ground. I smile at the sweet scent snuggling into his chest. Very broad, I like it. Nothing can compare to his sweet smell. Letting my fingers work it's way pass his shirt, I draw on his chest. Signing my name over and over again. "Mine." All mine. ★★★★★★★★ "Not the green one, definitely not the green one. We will have to take a mental note for next time. You look alienistic in green." Janny comments, Amelia nods in agreement ushering me back into the changing room.

She blinked as she saw them – really saw them – for the first time. God, they must have been born out of such pain. Agonizing pain. From the first night they’d met and she’d shaken his hand, Zoe had been totally confident and sure that they were burns, but suddenly, she wanted to hear from Scars how he’d been so damaged by fire… what… twenty years ago? Maybe a bit more? He’d have been a teenager, surely? Her eyes traveled up the raised, scarred roads of hell that he carried with him, up and across his chest, down both arms to his hands, then back up to his face. Scars had seen her expression change and sharpen, seen where she was looking, and he’d sat very still. She moved her eyes to meet h

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

I noticed Amelie looking at it and frowning. ‘What’s wrong?’ I mouthed. “Now I’m going to have to chase away even more women,” Amelie stated. I looked at her, puzzled, and mouthed, “Why?’ “Chicks dig scars,” she giggled. “Well, I’m all finished here,” Bethany said. “I’ll leave you two to enjoy your time together.” Bethany wheeled the blood pressure monitor out of the room and closed the door. Amelie leaned in and kissed me again.