Novel & Cerita Sebastian Guy Battle Scars

Through the haze, he thought he saw her. Rhea stood still, voice like ice. "Eddie, I don't love you anymore. I'm leaving. For good." "No! Rhea! Don't go!" He jolted awake, gasping. Glenna hovered beside him, tears in her eyes. "Eddie! You're okay. You scared me... Does it still hurt?" Eddie stared at the bandages. Underneath, his skin was wrecked—bloody, blistered. The meds dulled it, but the pain still bit through.

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

His punch was in the air ready to be thrown at the unconscious bloodied man, breathing madly he halted his actions when he heard only one name in the whole sentence 'Bella' Bella was frozen and numb, even her breathing was coming out with difficulty. She winced as soon as Sebastian stood up from Scott, she couldn't look at Scott's face anymore. It was demolished, bloated, and full of blood. He was unrecognizable! The man had ruined his face completely, it was impossible to predict if the wounds will heal or not.

One was in the bathtub and the others were assisting her in her bath. Agnes silently let them scrub her back and wash her body. She sat in the bathtub without moving and letting them do their work. After a while, they made her stand and dressed her up. She felt like she was in an 80's movie that features the life of royalty. Agnes watched her bare self in the reflection of the mirror. The scars that fade away was now replaced by a new and fresh one. Her eyes wandered around her body until they found the oldest one near her stomach.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

Hope knows I am not a morning person, and I need to be coaxed. I flop over on my back, kick off my blanket, "I'll be right down. Leave me some coffee, or someone might die." I hear a laugh, "No worries, we already know." I hear Hope's footsteps heading down the hall. I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Time to get the day started. I turn on the shower and undress. I catch a glimpse of my mate mark in the mirror. Looking at myself naked makes me cringe because that damn mark is staring back at me. It has been about a month since "The Fight," as it's called now. I have healed completely and have minimal scarring, considering the extent of my injuries. It was primarily cuts and brui

He needs the know what he is getting his self into. Oh God help me. How will Chris take the news. Did Emery do the right thing Will Chris ever forgive the twins for for deceiving him. Don't forget to vote and comment

He spoke to the soldier beside him without taking his eyes off Aazim, the soldier nodded and walked towards Aazim. Aazim who had come out from under the chair was angry and scared but more angry because his plot had now failed but still he kept a bold look on his face. He looked round the hall and accessing the damage, there was not a single follower of his that remained alive, he frowned. He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others.

– William advised Henry as soon as he sat in the car. - Yes. Ah, I have a question. – Henry spoke up while fastening his seat belt. - Say it. - How do you know that she is a non-pureblood vampire? - I don't know, Peter said. He can recognize it. In William's mind, the scene of the chaotic battle thirty years ago appeared again. He remembered that year Peter said Maris was a non-pure vampire, she was a human but was marked by another vampire and one of the two guys who came to rescue her was a non-pure vampire.