Romans & histoires Synopsis Of Under Your Scars: A Dark Romance Novel

“Even your body knows. You ache for someone to fill the emptiness she left behind. Let me show you how deep that ache goes.” “Don’t,” I growl—but my voice betrays me. It quivers, not in fear, but in the terrifying realization that I’m starting to want what she offers. The barrier she cast—it's not just trapping me. It's feeding me a fantasy. Dulling everything sharp. Unraveling every knot of rage and suspicion and stitching in hunger in its place. Her hand slips beneath my shirt. I gasp as dark magic floods beneath her fingers, stroking nerves that were never meant to feel this kind of touch. It’s like being caressed by shadows, like the memories of pleasure, not the act itself—distorted, ha

Her lips curved in her signature smirk. Ryan followed my gaze and quickly jerked her hand away. He hurried over to me and turned me around by gently holding my arm. Tingles spread over my body as his skin touched mine. My wolf howled and whimpered as his betrayal shun her existence. Ryan's gaze ran over my body assessing my state. He gently pushed the strands of my hair from my face and looked into my eyes. "Scar," his voice softened as he came closer and held my wounded arm. The blood has stopped but now it has dried around the wound.

I searched her face, and she looked at me with fear, which made me wondered what could be wrong. "Let me worship your body, mate. Allow me," I bet that wasn't me anymore, I had lost my mind in her estacy. "I… I," she closed her eyes, concerned about her scars "Your scars make you beautiful, mate. Let me kiss each one of them, please," I said, returning to kissing her soft lips. "Trust me," I whispered through the kiss. Her hands weakened, and I continued lowering her dress, baring her to my hungry gaze. I had to control my anger at the first scar; someone had hurt my mate deeply. I kissed each of the scars I came across, and before long, she was naked under me. I kissed each of her scars, ev

When I opened them again, my breath caught as he jerked me forward, his claws were dangerously piercing into my scalp. Another scar I knew would never fade away. Scar that would haunt me for as long as I lived. Then he released me and I crashed into the dirty muds. His gaze fixed on my collapsed form, sting with something intense… something dark. A promise that this wasn't over. This nightmare was only the beginning. But… for what exactly? I couldn’t yet tell, not until it all began to make sense.

" - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

I barely had time to whimper a protest before he gripped my thighs, spreading me wide. Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me. A strangled cry tore from my throat as he filled me completely, stretching me to the point of delirium. His curse was a ragged growl against my ear. “Fuck—you’re tight.” — Four Weeks Earlier The Blackwood Mansion was a castle—cold, intimidating, and entirely out of my league. I stood at the massive iron gates, my fingers clenched around the strap of my worn-out bag, staring up at the estate that could have belonged to royalty. Towers of black stone stretched into the sky, and the windows reflected nothing but storm clouds.

I caught the edge of the table, breathing hard, my pulse still racing. “Oh my days, he’s so fucking hot,” Scar teased inside my head, her voice dripping with amusement. “Can we not right now?” I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to calm myself. “This isn’t happening again.” I took a deep breath, pacing a little. “The moon goddess better tell me this is some sick prank,” I muttered under my breath. Was this why I was sent here? To be mated to another man—one even more dangerous and alluring than Damien?

“He only kisses me when he’s drunk. Otherwise, I’m just a shadow to him.” The words punched me in the gut. It was like reading my own thoughts. Page after page was filled with confessions. Pain. Craving. Punishment. There was obsession written between every line, both hers and his. And it was Caelum. She called him C. It was always C. I read until my eyes burned. Until my legs went numb. Until I felt like I knew her—or maybe I was her. Reborn. Replaced. What the hell happened to her?

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.