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wounded Heart

wounded Heart

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting
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The Lycan King’s Broken Mate

The Lycan King’s Broken Mate

A past that had not destroyed me but brought me here. My hand trembled as it rose to his chest. My fingertips traced the heated skin, the muscles, and there too I found scars. Some old, faint, barely there. Others sharp, fresh reminders of battles still clinging to him. I caressed them, whispering softly: “You too… are made of pieces.” He smiled, and in his smile there was no bitterness. Only a deep recognition. “And you are the only one who sees them this way.”
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The Goddess Vessel

The Goddess Vessel

VANESSA'S POV The weeks that followed the battle were a study in contrasts. The physical scars on the land and on our people began to heal with the remarkable speed of werewolf regeneration. The grove was cleared, the bloodstains washed away by rain, and new grass began to sprout where the earth had been scorched. The crack in the altar stone, now pulsing with a soft, steady light, was not seen as a flaw, but as a sacred war memorial, a permanent reminder of the night we chose to stand as one.
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She is My Hope

She is My Hope

My hair is in its natural color, the strands fall over my shoulder, covering part of my breasts, my eyes are darker, they no longer look like just amethyst, but a purple agate, and my white skin is covered with scars. Scars that will never heal, because they are the memory that the Gods left me, as if what I had lived and seen would be forgotten. I am not a person who cares about scars, since I was a child I have carried them, but these... I hate them. They are not things I can be proud of. They weren't made for defending a loved one. They weren't made on an honorable battlefield... They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to le
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Bound by the Billionaire's Claim

Bound by the Billionaire's Claim

Aaron looked at her, disbelief in his eyes. Maya took a step closer. Her voice cracked. “This isn’t who we are.” Aaron exhaled. “Maybe not who we were. But it’s who we became.” Silence stretched. Then— Aaron let go of his gun. The war was over. But the scars? They would never heal.
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Scarred by fate

Scarred by fate

My hands shake as I stare at what used to be my back, its now a ruined mess of angry red ridges and thick, ropey scars crisscrossing like a roadmap to hell. ‘I’m sorry, Z. Because it happened before I arrived, there’s only so much I could do. The silver and wolfsbane made it worse,’ Zanthe’s voice is quiet in my mind, filled with a sadness that mirrors my own. She feels guilty, but this isn’t her fault.
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WOUNDS OF DECEIT

WOUNDS OF DECEIT

His fingers tangled with mine as he moved faster, rougher, until We came together. My world went white. I cried out his name, and he groaned mine like it was salvation. When it was over, he didn’t move right away. He lay on top of me, breathing hard, his heart hammering against mine. Sweat clung to our skin. My fingers threaded through his hair. For the first time in months, maybe longer, I felt safe. But peace never lasts. The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the curtains. I woke up alone.
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Hidden Scars

Hidden Scars

Jack handed a hot cup of coffee to me. I took it and gulped it down feeling the hotness in my stomach. My cheeks and lips still hurts Jack brought out an ice pack and began massaging it on my face. I winced in pain, Jack had a sorry look on his face. "I should have killed that bastard, how dare he hurt you" Jack muttered clearly mad "It okay, but you did beat him up" I managed to say He resumed massaging my lips when suddenly our eyes met. !!𝑂𝒉 𝑏𝑜𝑦!! Those cute dreamy eyes
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His Bleeding Scars

His Bleeding Scars

It had turned out Azelie and Nyoka had gotten into a huge fight when they hit twenty, and had never spoken to each other again nor seen each other. She hadn't had the chance to fully stab me, maybe she was too riled up, maybe a small part of her felt bad for trying to kill a five year old, maybe there was a different reason. But she had broken skin, and that area where the blade cut into my flesh became permanently scarred. Typically wolves could heal so well and so fast we didn't scar. But such was the power of wolfsbane. From that point on I avoided ever taking my shirt off around other people besides my immediate family. Even when shifting. If I did take my shirt off while shifting, I mad
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Our Lovely Scars.

Our Lovely Scars.

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.
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