Novel & Cerita The Birthmark By Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Dreams? Dreams are you walking in a park or doing something that might never happen. No these are more than dreams. These are flashes of memory. They were unlocked for the first time when I saw that book on Hottigan. Now, why they were shown to me I don’t know. But what I know for sure is that the older child called Nafira is Herley. In my last dream, Nafira had been brushing Neha’s hair and when she hugged her from behind, Neha had taken note of Nafira’s birthmark,” “Daciana-“ Arnou said doubtfully. “Look before you say I might be mistaken. I remember the birthmark because Neha took note of it. It especially looked like a bird in flight. I remember Neha thinking it represented their freedo

Whenever I fall asleep I dream that the birthmark on my body comes to life and turns into a man holding me from behind, slowly touching my body and kissing my back, then suddenly turns into a big wolf, crushing my bones bit by bit ,hardened eyes stared at me with a deadly gaze, and finally opened its mouth to tear my body apart. What shocked me even more was that this time it wasn't just a nightmare, I found that the birthmark on my face had changed shape,it looked like to verify my suspicions, the birthmark on my face in the mirror moved again like the wind blowing leaves，It was so scary that I almost passed out. The next morning I took time off work to go to the hospital and came to the co

"I'm so sorry, Naya. They don't know what they're talking about. You're beautiful, birthmark and all. Your birthmark is what makes you unique and different from the other girls. You’re special and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise." I looked at him, my eyes filling with tears. "But what if they're right? What if nobody will ever want me because of it? My birthmark has always brought me nothing but pains. I can’t recount how many times I’ve had to go through backlashes because of it."

I didn't think I could handle either. He comes closer. Arrogance dripping with every step until he's leering over me and I could feel his vast, ancient power in high definition. He cocked his head to the side and I had to force myself not to take a step away from him out of fear. His eyes fall to my birthmark and he stiffened. I stopped breathing too for a second. My birthmark has never brought this kind of reaction before. "What is this, Wrath?" "That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment."

His words piqued Lucy’s curiosity. What did he mean by that? “Well, go ahead. Tell me where this birthmark is supposed to be on my body.” She looked at him keenly. She was simply curious about this so-called birthmark. She knew her body well, and there was hardly anything worth noticing. Her skin was smooth and unblemished with barely any moles. “Our family members all have a birthmark on our lower back. Every single one of us. The birthmark resembles a feather. It’s usually invisible, and it only appears when we're emotionally stimulated.”

Her mark was bold and clear, staring right back at me and inwardly I cursed myself for missing for so long. “I must have missed… I-I… I… Samiya, is… is that a tattoo or a birthmark?”

Something was off. My stormy gray eyes looked more… haunted today. Shadowed. Like they’d seen something I wasn’t yet aware of. I lifted my hand slowly, eyes locked on the crescent moon and three stars etched into the skin of my left shoulder—faintly glowing like embers under the dim light. The mark had always been there. My brothers told me it was a birthmark. I never questioned it. But lately, it pulsed. As if it was alive. As if it was trying to wake something in me.

Two vertical lines, with three dots on the right side. Now my heart was thundering in my chest. The mark had been something easy enough to pass off as a birthmark, two lines darker than my skin that seemed like an excess of pigmentation, and the three dots imperfectly placed to have been passed off as moles. But now, as I stared at one of the files in front of me with the very same pattern and shape, I bounded from the floor to the full length mirror in my aunt’s room and held the both of them, both the piece of paper and my collarbone, side by side. There was no mistaking it now.

He wanted to hold her close. “Stay..” Nathaniel said placing a soft kiss on the back of her neck. ******** The morning came very quickly. Rosalyn was out of bed earlier. Her body tingled whenever she slipped out of Nathaniel’s strong arms. She tried her best not to wake him up. She slipped on her robe and walked into the bathroom. When she discarded her robe, she noticed all the red marks scattered on her neck and breasts. Love bites. Nathaniel had marked her last night. Between her thighs. She looked away from the mirror after brushing her teeth and began to shower.