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

Her perky tits bounce slightly under her T-shirt, and I need to turn around and stop looking for my own good. “Want to play zombies after breakfast?” Jackson asks Scarlet. “Today’s Scarlet’s day off,” I remind him gently. “She’s here but not really here.” Jackson tips his head. “Huh?” Scarlet laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Jackson’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Scarlet fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.”

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

My eyes scanned the room, and I couldn’t help but notice Damien seated in the executive booth, his head thrown back in pleasure as a girl stayed kneeled between his legs. Fucking hell? Disgust churned in the pit of my stomach as I realized what was happening. Dick! “Ignore him, Scar,” Aurora said behind me and I looked at her. She had an equally disgusted look on her face. “He is such a pig but we can’t allow him of all people to ruin our night. Let’s just have a good time tonight.” Nodding in agreement, I followed Aurora and Maeve to the bar, where we ordered shots and downed them in quick succession, the fiery liquid burning down my throat.

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

His eyes were staring at Eve and it widens at the sight in front of him. His sweet Eve, the pure and gentle Eve is now, slowly changing into something that bask in darkness. Her golden curls were turning black and her eyes that was staring into his is no more the bright blue that it was. It is now crimson red. It wasn’t the blacken spear in his body that causes his tears to fall, but the empty smile on her face, looking up to him as if he was nothing. She had put herself to sleep and calls out the most powerful, dark creature the world had once seen. She had called her Vaisya. Her dark twins. The dark Zhatier. Now they all will suffer. Blood spurted from his mouth and sound of heels running

She was everything I had imagined—pure, innocent, untouched by the darkness I carried with me. I wanted to break that. I wasn’t a good man. I never pretended to be. The things I’d done in my life, the blood on my hands, they were part of me. But for her, I could be something else—something more dangerous. She’d already felt it, the pull between us, the way her breath hitched when I looked at her. She might not know it yet, but she belonged to me now. I kept walking, but my mind stayed on her.

At twenty-one, Pera was untouched, pure, untouched, until tonight. "You ran into my world tonight, little virgin," Marcus growled, voice dark velvet over steel. His huge hand fisted the front of her soaked white sundress, the one that had clung to her curves like a second skin in the downpour. "No more running, I'm claiming what's mine." Pera trembled, heart hammering against her ribs. She had come to the city for a fresh start, only to collide with him, the most dangerous man in the underworld. One dance at his forbidden club had led here. "Marcus... I've never…"

Then they roamed lower, tracing the curve of my waist beneath my shirt. My pulse quickened as his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I was dizzy, drunk on the smell of rain, leather, and him. “Can I?” His voice was rough, a question pressed against my mouth. I didn’t hesitate. I nodded before doubt could creep in. The world outside was chaos—Marcus’s threats—but here, with him, nothing else mattered. Just Ryder and my racing heart. He lifted my shirt slowly, like unveiling a secret. His hands were warm on my skin, mapping every scar, every bruise, every line that told a story of pain and survival.

There was oil inside. Outside, the rain had stopped. Zee carried the book out to the yard and Inara poured the oil on it. Then Cassy set the book on fire. As it started to burn, a dark malevolent voice could be heard rumbling as though in pain. Zee and Cassy hugged each other in fright. As the book blazed, Cassy crumbled to the ground, groaning in pain. Also, her gray hair began to darken and her wrinkled skin began to revert to youthfulness. The malevolent voice gradually faded.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.