Scraps X Brightney Novels & Stories

It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly. Wade's eyes were glued to that scar. The fury in his eyes suddenly swirled into confusion, shock, and a tremor so faint it might be missed. "Where'd you get this?" he rasped, his breath heavy. I tried to wrench my hand free, but his grip was punishing. "Ten years back, in the old Milanex City, during a nasty clash." I recounted with a detached air, as if it were someone else's story. "I was just passing by when I heard some noises under the debris. I was young and reckless, and thought I could play the hero. Got a nasty burn from a beam that came down."

This may be the end of Scarred Under Moonlight, but it's not the end of my stories. Until we meet again in another story, under another moon. With heartfelt gratitude and appreciation, S.A. RIVERS

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood. I made her understand that she does not always have to bare my cross with me, that sometimes we have to face our demons alone. I have not failed to contact her and update her daily on whatever goes on in my life. "Beverlyn has really grown stubborn these days. Can you believe she replaced my shampoo with a pink hair dye? ' Thea said tiredly as she sent me a picture of her with a pink hair. In case you are wondering who Beverlyn is, she is the daughter of Thea and Brian. She is celebrating her tenth birthday in the next two weeks and I have of course be

Brittney whispered, clutching her water bottle. “Trouble,” someone murmured back, awestruck. “He’s hot as sin,” said a girl near the front. “Like, look at that jawline. And the scars? God.” “Those aren’t scars,” another one corrected. “They’re hickeys. Bruises.” “Who even gets hickeys like that in real life?” Avery asked with a scoff, though her voice held more thirst than judgment. “Someone who f*cks,” Brittney said bluntly.

Never did I say that I want to do that to her. “I mean, you're in a relationship with Victoria, right? And then, we saw her flirting at you in front of her broken car. Then, she bumped you, I bet she did that on purpose, and during attendance she looked at you. That’s not right! She’s a freaking ugly sl*t who deserves to be humiliated.” The brunette replied to me.

“I have to go now.” “Okay. Bye. Love you!” But I hung up before I could say it back. My cheeks were pink. I stared into the mirror and muttered, “Victoria… what is wrong with you? Get your head back in the game.” I opened the door. “Good morning, ma’am. It’s lovely to have you back!” Mabel beamed, holding a silver tray like it carried treasure, and honestly—it did. On the tray was a tall glass of orange juice, a pot of French-pressed coffee, scrambled eggs with flecks of chive, smoked salmon, cream cheese croissants, a small fruit tart, and a stack of delicate pancakes with warm maple syrup on the side.

Romance isn’t dead. It’s on the back of a Harley. – Mia Priscilla was sitting in the front room playing a game on her phone while her moms and dad were in the bar. Several of her sisters were also playing on the floor. The rest were running around the clubhouse with the other kids that were there. Scrapper had walked past her on the way to the bar with a prospect. He was tall, lean and tattooed. His hair was a dark brown or black with a short military style. When he glanced at her, his chocolate-colored eyes landed on her blue eyes.