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It was better to just be honest. "Let's take it slow." He kissed me softly and tenderly. "Say you love me, Estie." I mumbled, "I love you." "Who am I?" "Leon." In my dazed state, I added, "I love you, Leon." He finally seemed satisfied. "I'm going in, Estie." The emptiness in me was filled, and my whole body was enveloped in a searing heat. I felt like a bird soaring into the clouds.

Scar breathed, still trying to catch her breath as she ran her hands up and down Damon 's sweaty back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be like that," Damon admitted, his voice rough with emotion. He rolled off of Scar afterward and stared up at the ceiling, feeling like his life had just changed irrevocably. Because he knew, without a doubt, that he was going to fall in love with this woman, and there was no more dangerous move to make besides walking straight into enemy fire.

Scar listens without interrupting, her expression unreadable. “He brought me to his pack, and things went pretty badly.” For the next hour, I tell her everything, without filters: the betrayal of my soulmate, the mockery and later acceptance from the pack members, my meeting with Amelia and the betas’ mother, my reunion with my best friend, and the reason for my escape. I even tell her about Ophelia and the eerie resemblance between them,the same surprising outlook on life. Scar listens again and again, saying nothing, her face shifting through disgust, joy, horror, sadness, and finally relief.

"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.

“Thank you. Will you wait for a reply then? Since I’m not allowed to contact them by phone or internet.” “If you want.” Amber now looked more closely at the wolf standing before her. Gods, he looked like he survived a war or two, but the scars didn’t deter from his masculine beauty. In Amber’s eyes, the scars looked like treasure trails and she wanted to be the treasure hunter. The dangerous and mysterious air about him only gave her the incentive to pursue her interests. Amber couldn’t help but smile.

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.

Totally opposite from mine, which is a pair of glistening ocean. While staring at him, I could see why he was being feared by everyone, his eyes were already telling me nightmares. I put down my book beside me and walk towards him, I jumped on the bed and hugged Silas, he sexily chuckled in response. "Yes," I answered. I am not a machine who made without feelings or any remorse. I can feel my heart pumping, the warmth of my breath, and the desire to protect someone. I'm afraid, afraid that there will be a day that the one I badly want to protect, leave me.

The scarred earth beneath them seemed to absorb the weight of their shared history, creating a space where words could convey the complex emotions they both felt. Seraphina turned to Adrian, her scarlet hair catching the morning light. "The scars we bear should be symbols of growth, not reminders of pain. Let our reunion be a testament to the resilience of love and the enduring power of hope." Adrian embraced her, the scars on his back, earned in battles past, now a tactile reminder of the journey they'd undertaken together. "Seraphina, our reunion may be shaped by scars, but let these scars tell a story of triumph over adversity, of love prevailing against all odds."

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.