Synopsis Of Under Your Scars: A Dark Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Trigger warning: {This is not your usual dark romance novel, it's dark, if you can't handle it please drop it and check my other books, not all main leads are heroes} ~ANYA POV~ My legs were weak. I could barely stand after what I had just seen. That boy... that child... his body was still lying there on the floor, lifeless, his blood making a dark pool that spread slowly across the tiles. His father was still crying out, unable to hold his shoulder because of the binds, and the mother, God, the mother was broken, sobbing so hard her chest heaved like it might burst.

I couldn't keep my eyes open to see what he was telling them, but I saw them dragging that person, god knows where, and I don’t even want to know. The scorching sensation returns, and this time it is more intense than the previous one. I know what my body is demanding from me, and looking at the man in front of me is not making it any easier. He was standing there doing nothing, enjoying seeing me withering in need. Slowly, I took a step towards him only to fall due to my dazed mind, but he immediately grabbed me in time to keep me standing. His musky scent put my mind at ease.

As I pulled into ThornTech’s parking lot, my phone buzzed. Ryan. I answered immediately. "Hey." "Are you sure about this?" he asked, concern in every word. "Being around them again—Seraphina? Lysander? Those two practically broke you." I smiled as I stepped out of the car. The heels felt right under me. "Ryan," I said, "I’m not Katherine anymore. I’m Scarlet Wilde. Have you forgotten?" He chuckled, a warm, familiar sound. "You sound dangerous." "I am."

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

My heart raced. The fresh ache between my legs from riding his cock in the car was pulsing now as adrenaline hit me. Just minutes ago, I had come hard around him, his cum still sticky on my thighs. But now, this trap was closing in on us. What had we fallen into? "Smart move, Lila," Marcus called out to her in a grave but excited voice. He was older with eyes that shone hard with greed, and an ugly looking scar ran across his neck, hinting at a rough life. "Delivered them right to me."

“Vampires don’t save. They eat. Ask the North. Rumors say they’ve got one.” I hoarded every scrap: vampire, North, cursed prince maybe. Fell asleep clutching the letter like a lifeline. Two weeks later, the pack meeting. Community hall packed. Ethan and Ashley up front, glowing. Mom and Dad tense on the side. Me in the back, arms crossed, still damp from another border search that found nothing. Alpha Blackwood, Ethan’s father cleared his throat. “We’ve received a trade proposal from Northern Crescent Pack. An exchange of daughters to strengthen alliances. Blood ties. Standard politics.”

"Fine. Stay here and feel sorry for yourself. But you're still meeting him tonight, and you're still going to smile, be charming and make him want to marry you. Because if you don't, we'll lose everything, and it'll be your fault. Again." The words hit like a slap. Your fault. Again. Just in case I'd forgotten for even a moment that this whole situation exists because of my weakness five years ago. After she leaves, I spend the rest of the day hiding in my room like a coward. I can hear activity downstairs, voices and footsteps and the sound of preparations being made. Scott brings me lunch on a tray, but I can barely choke down a few bites. My stomach is tied in knots, and everything tastes

“And honestly? I didn’t think I had anything to lose. I’d been burned so badly before, I didn’t think I was capable of actually falling in love anymore.” Green’s expression softened slightly. “What happened? With the girl before Zara?” I hadn’t talked about this in years. Hadn’t wanted to remember. “Her name was Michelle. We dated five years. I thought she was the one. Thought we’d get married, have kids, build a life together.” The old pain resurfaced, duller now but still present. “Turns out she was using me the whole time. She was engaged to someone else, some rich guy her parents approved of. I was just her rebellion, her dirty little secret.”

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I felt like my world was turning dark as I stared at the soaked meeting plan. “You fool! Are you stupid? Are you fucking dumb Alessia? How can a single person be so useless? Look at what you have done! Can’t you get a fucking thing done?” Axel looked like he was holding back from burying me and my body shook uncontrollably. I felt so small under his intense glare and if looks can kill I’ll be dead by now.