Novel & Cerita The Birthmark By Nathaniel Hawthorne

She didn't realize, but the strap had slid down her shoulder, revealing her birthmark to his hungry eyes. Issac dived down, licking that red crescent moon-shaped birthmark, earning a loud gasp from her as her body went rigid. He pressed his mouth further into her flesh, his teeth nibbling on her skin, sucking at that spot. Innessa tried to free her hands, and he let go. She placed her palm on his chest, trying to push him away. "F*cking sweet," He purred on her skin, sucking again and making sinful noises.

And I simply obliged. I watched as she touched the maraca on my palm three times then started; “I spell doom. A lot of doom! But your birthmark isn't what brings doom into your life as you presume." My brows creased deeper in confusion. “So if it isn't my birthmark, what is?" Her scary red eyes met mine and I shivered on the spot. “Your birthmark isn't what brings doom, you are!"

“I’m gonna take a shower. Sorry about all this. It’s just...been a lot, you know?” Marcus smiled. “I bet,” he said, heading for the door. “Hell of a birthmark, though, huh?” I said as nonchalantly as possible. “Ugly as shit. The one on her lower back? Looks like a splotch of oil. I was a bit revolted the first time I saw it.” “Yeah, man,” Marcus chuckled. “Tell me about it. Took me by surprise, too.” “Did you touch it? It’s hairy. The birthmark.”

Flaring. Right above my hip, the birthmark I’d always had—the one shaped like a crescent moon—had started to shift in color. It was red now, as if it pulsed with something under the surface. A heartbeat that wasn’t mine. Ethan hadn’t seen it. No one had. But it burned. Especially when I got close to certain rooms in the manor. Especially when I touched the old things the brides had once called theirs. It was as if the house was trying to unlock something.

“It’s a birthmark. Why does it matter?” But I know better. The shape, the color—it’s unmistakable. My chest tightens as a wave of betrayal crashes over me. “No,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anger. “It’s not a birthmark. It’s a mate bond mark.” I step back, my blood boiling. “You’re Braden’s mate.”

And before April could process his new reaction, he instantly went back to his usual cold look as though he hadn't looked shocked some seconds ago before walking out of the dungeon. His words sank in her mind as she looked at the birth mark on her right arm which had been a mystery to herself and her family because it wasn't looking like a birth mark, it was a scar, a deep scar from a wound. She was surprised at how he knew about her birth mark, she had always hidden it from people. The only people who were aware of this mark were her family and her best friend Mandy. If everything he had just said were true, does that mean she was really a witch in her past life? An evil witch at that.

The words he uttered seemed to carry a weight that transcended their mere syllables, unraveling a mystery that I had barely begun to comprehend. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with a mixture of disbelief and anger. His eyes were locked onto a birthmark on my shoulder, a seemingly insignificant mark that had suddenly become the epicenter of his attention. The birthmark was a part of me, a detail that I had long since grown accustomed to, but in this moment, it held a significance that I couldn't fathom.

Her hands stilled against me as she stared down in disbelief. Confused, I followed her line of sight—and then I saw it. The mark. It was faint but unmistakable, exposed on my skin now that my shirt had been torn. The one I had spent my life covering up. I never knew what it meant. My mother had always dismissed it—just a birthmark, she said, nothing worth thinking about. But now, the color drained from the maid’s face as if she were staring at an apparition. “Holy shit! you bear the mark,” she whispered, her voice reverent, almost afraid.

I clutched my shoulder, eyes wide. My birthmark. It was burning.

Mune shouted. "Why don't you look for yourself? It's not like it's that important?" said Nathan. "It's important because that is the only way I can still find her even if she's gone. She only has me as her option to find her when she disappeared!" I sighed. "How about your butterfly birthmark? Maybe it's not half as well." He opened his sleeves to show me his birthmark. He was so shocked. "W-where did it go?" he asked. Tears suddenly came out of his eyes. It runs down his cheeks continuously.