Novel & Cerita Under Your Scars: A Dark Romance Novel Reviews

The silence felt golden. “You feel that?” he murmured softly, his voice rough. “That’s what sin feels like.” I swallowed, my legs still trembling. Even after we came, my body was sensitive. Every small movement sent sparks through me. He slowly pulled out of me, watching the way my body reacted. His eyes darkened as he traced his thumb along my thigh, collecting the mess we made. “You’re still shaking,” he observed, almost amused. I nodded, unable to form proper words.”I..I loved that."

And he and everyone he shares DNA with were going to rue the day he ever set his eyes on my woman, and what belongs to me. Besides, we had old scores to settle. Number one being Dark Woods. ~~~ SCAR POV *FLASHBACK* “Is this okay?” I whispered against her hot wet lips and got a small whimper in response. Her perfect body was molded and very languid in my hold and I could feel every inch of her against me. She’s fuckin’ beautiful. And I am gonna make her mine.

He dared to look back, calm as ever. I scoffed. “Well, well, well,” I said, stepping close enough for him to smell the disappointment pouring off me. “Look who just got himself exposed. You and your brother… you should write a damn book: ‘How to Disrespect Every Woman Alive in Ten Easy Steps’.” “Scarlette, I—” “Don’t!” I snapped. “You had the nerve to stand there back in the bar, acting like some tragic romantic who’s waited years for me. Then five minutes later, some girl shows up shouting about how she let you between her legs two nights ago?”

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

I searched her face, and she looked at me with fear, which made me wondered what could be wrong. "Let me worship your body, mate. Allow me," I bet that wasn't me anymore, I had lost my mind in her estacy. "I… I," she closed her eyes, concerned about her scars "Your scars make you beautiful, mate. Let me kiss each one of them, please," I said, returning to kissing her soft lips. "Trust me," I whispered through the kiss. Her hands weakened, and I continued lowering her dress, baring her to my hungry gaze. I had to control my anger at the first scar; someone had hurt my mate deeply. I kissed each of the scars I came across, and before long, she was naked under me. I kissed each of her scars, ev

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 24✨ . . 🔞🔞The scene below is rated. So if you hate it, don't read it. Just skip it🔞🔞 . 🌹Natasha🌹

After my scars were fixed, I started accepting invitations to high-society events. Before, I'd avoid every gathering possible, and when I couldn't get out of it, I'd wear a veil to hide my face. I'd spent so long covering up that I'd almost forgotten what I looked like without the scars. Rosetti didn't give a damn about appearances. He'd show up to every party like nothing was wrong, totally ignoring all the "Beauty and the Beast" comments people made behind our backs. What I didn't know was that while I was on Rosetti's arm at these events, someone else was always watching from the shadows.

I looked up at the stars, silently thanking the Moon Goddess. Then I looked back at my mate. My home. My forever. And together, hand in hand, we stepped into the future we had fought so hard to claim. END OF BOOK TWO!! BOOK THREE INTRODUCTION : TITLE : THE SCARRED LUNA AND HER THREE ALPHA MATES. BLURB: As Luna of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack, she endured years of ridicule for the scars that ruined her face. Hated by the very people she sacrificed everything to protect, she clung to one hope—her fated mate, the Alpha she loved.

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

Ronan held my gaze as he began to move, rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. His hands roamed my body with reverence, thumbs brushing my nipples, fingers digging into my hips to guide my rhythm. “I’ve never let anyone see the scars,” he confessed between thrusts, voice breaking with raw honesty. “Never let anyone close enough to matter. But you… you make me want to burn the walls down.” I cupped his face, keeping our eyes locked as I rode him, meeting every deep stroke. “Then let them burn. I’m not afraid of your darkness. I want all of you — the control, the scars, the obsession.”