Novel & Cerita Scissor Seven Characters

Luna cried and struggled in my tight hold to grab the scissor away from my hand, but the sharp edge of the scissor cut her palm due to her struggling, making her flinch, "Ahh!" While I collected the scissor and threw it away to the floor and strongly gripped her closer.

They scattered across the floor like broken dreams. But without stopping, I yanked harder until I heard the fabric rip with a harsh sound. Sienna cowered in fear. "I'm sorry. I'll take it off right now." I clenched the dress in my fist, glaring at her. Sienna crumpled to the ground, the wedding dress now a mess. The pearls and lace scattered everywhere. She looked up at me through teary eyes, her voice quivering. "If you want me to take it off, just say it. Why did you have to do this?"

" I roared. "Ah!" I screamed when someone pulled my hair from behind. "You bitch, how dare you pulled her hair!" I heard Celine's voice from behind. Shane gasped exaggeratedly. "C--celine, love, w*--w*it!" Celine stopped pulling my hair but still not letting go of it, then looked sharply at Shane. "What!?" "That's... that's A--agatha," Shane answered, almost whispering. I heard Celine stepped backward and gasped. She run in front of me to check if Shane's saying the truth. Her eyes widened and her mouth's opened widely.

Chapter 1: The "Scarred One" Amelie "I, Amelie Ashwood, reject you, Tate Cozad, as my mate. I REJECT YOU!" I screamed with the last of my energy. I took the silver blade dipped in my blood to my mate mark. The searing pain my body and my wolf felt was like my heart was being ripped from my chest while being hit by a bus. I guess not all new starts are bright and shiny. The physical pain was unbearable, but my mind was clear. "I did it. I'm free." I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free.

A sudden electricity passed through my body when I heard him sharpening his knife. It's him. "The scar face." I said and was met by an eerie silence. "Don't call me that.." He said, almost sounding pissed. He walked out of the darkness, showing himself. "My name is Sebastian." He said. Sebastian. Sebastian. This kind of a name definitely suits a Punk like him. "Why did you bring me here?" I seethed at him as I twisted my wrist in order to lose the ropes but it was of no use...I was just scratching my skin.

"Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

“You look… handsome.” He raised a brow, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Thank you.” Realizing what I’d said, I looked away quickly. “Um......could you help me with my zipper? I can’t reach.” “Of course.” He moved closer, his hands brushing lightly against my back as he pulled the zipper up. His touch was gentle, but it sent sparks racing through my skin. When he finished, he didn’t step away immediately. Instead, his reflection met mine in the mirror. His voice was soft when he said, “‘You are enough. You are not determined by your scars.’”

I needed to weigh the decision carefully. "I'll have to check," I replied, knowing there was no one to consult but myself. "You're such a good girl," Lilly chimed in, wrapped up in the arms of a guy who looked somewhat intimidating, not unlike Hayden. He had a buzz cut, fewer tattoos on his muscular arms, thick eyebrows, and a scar on his cheek. His eyes met mine, scanning my body before rolling dismissively, leaving me feeling even more insecure than before. I fidgeted and glanced down at my feet, prompting Lilly to fall silent.

“Scythe of the Seventh, come to your master.” From the darkness above, an even darker shape fell to the ground and I reached out to touch it. It felt cold to the touch and the shadow dissipates to reveal a huge scythe, several times taller than I am. I pick it up and swung it around, testing the weight. It feels a little bit heavy, but nothing that I can’t handle. I twirl it above my head and rush at him, sweeping low and going for his torso. A large hand clamped down on the scythe with incredible speed, jolting me forward into a fist. I block, but I feel my bones crack under the intense force.

It feels like a fortress where no one can disturb him and where he can be at peace, though there seem to be excessive tapestries inside the room which are quite annoying. He started analyzing the different scabbards in the room, confirming if one of them is what he is looking for, a golden scabbard bearing a vertical lettering of an unknown alphabet with simple blue designs. She said that the scabbard doesn't rust nor can it be scratched but after the fiftieth scratch on the hundredth scabbard there seems to be nothing here that fits the description. So he started pulling books out from the shelves, thinking that they will lead to secret passages that hopefully will bring him to the scabbard