The Scorch Trials Amazon Novels & Stories

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”

As she stepped inside, a surge of heat enveloped her, and she found herself transported to a vast desolate landscape filled with flickering flames. The trial had begun. Sable scanned her surroundings, taking in the scorching heat and acrid scent that permeated the air. In front of her stood a towering inferno, its flames dancing with an unnatural intensity. She knew that she had to navigate through the fire, but fear gripped her heart as doubts crept in. The heat was unbearable, and the flames seemed to taunt her with their flickering tongues.

trauma center. "The money is gone, Alistair. But it didn't burn. It’s being used to heal everything you broke. The Scorch protocol was redirected three hours ago. You’ve been watching a simulated loop." The grin slid off his face. His breathing became shallow, his chest hitching. "Impossible. The encryption... the heartbeat sensor..."

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

he asked. "Throw them?" I smirk, " I'll bring them back to their parents tomorrow," I said. The little girl starts crying, "No! please don't!" the girl cries. The youngest buried his face in Nate's neck while the other boy stay silent, but he looks frightened. "Please don't bring us back! I'm begging," for a young age, the little girl started to beg. "Why?" Nate didn't control himself and asked. "Our dad is trying to sell us! he keeps hurting me and my brothers!" My eyes sharpen, so that's where they get their scars and bruise.

Gavin said coldly before leaving without a backward glance. I curled up in a corner, my consciousness drifting in the dark. On the third night, I smelled something burning. Then, thick smoke began to pour in from under the door. Fire. Someone was trying to burn me alive. "Gavin… help me…" Survival instinct made me fumble for the tiny backup phone hidden in the sole of my shoe. It was my last resort. My trembling fingers dialed the number I knew by heart. Ring… ring… It connected. "Gavin, help me… there's a fire…" I rasped into the phone, using my last bit of strength.

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

Alice was a much stronger fighter so this should prove to be easy for her. Then I heard the words that Tara sprouted out and a growl escaped me again. Morgan is not nor ever will be my Luna. I broke up with her and am now aiming to win my mate over. Alice is and always will be the true Luna of the Iron Paw Pack. My rage was starting to overcome me and not even hear my sweet angel claim me as her mate in front of everyone was making me feel any calmer. I began to step forward only once more to be stopped by Josh. He had put his hand on my chest and our gazes locked.