Under Your Scars: A Dark Romance Novel Reviews Novels & Stories

The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever. I felt like the Little Mermaid, fresh on her new legs, each step a dance on blades. Was that what being alive felt like? Death seemed better. That was what I thought until the bleeding started, a faint seep from my wounds. Francis pulled away, fixing the chaos of the bed. "You'll see," I whispered. "See what?" "The real me." I threw the covers off and got up, my legs barely holding me. However, I made it to the door, one shaky step at a time.

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.

I know that many of you might be enraged because of their horrible pasts but I did warn you all from the beginning that this book is a DARK-ROMANCE for a reason. My characters are flawed because no one is perfect and that they were unfortunate victims of circumstances. This part was really hard for me to write, I'll be honest. Let me know your thoughts on it!

I flung it aside. Gasps exploded around the hall. Underneath, I wore black underwear. A simple top and briefs that left most of my skin bare. Pale flesh. Hard lines of muscle. And scars. So many scars. White lash marks carved down my back and thighs, some raised, some twisted, crisscrossing like a twisted landscape. “What in the—” “By the Moon…” “Who did that to her?”

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

I gasped and took a step backward without even realizing. He noticed the way I backed away slightly, so he let out a small faint smile, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as his gaze lingered on me; “Why are you stepping back? Come here and ride this cock. I’ve paid you, and I even went as far as shaving you. I think stepping back should be the last thing you want to attempt.” He said, his voice almost a low, dangerous whisper. I felt scared before I even understood what was happening. My chest tightened, and I stood there unsure of what to do.

The way his messy dark hair fell over his forehead, the way his face twisted in that beautiful, murderous scowl, the tight black shirt clinging to his lean frame, and the thin gold necklace catching the light against his collarbone. He looked feral. Or in Dex's thoughts, he looked ‘delicious’. Dex’s smirk slowly widened, dark hunger flashing in his eyes. “I’ve always wondered how you’d look in handcuffs,” he murmured. “Chained to our bed…. completely at my mercy while I fuck your brains out until you can’t even remember your own name.” Elian’s eyes widened, stunned for half a second. Then the scowl returned full force. “Don’t change the fucking subject, you twisted bastard.”

"I'm good." "Your book says otherwise" he said, picking up her notebook exposing her poor maths. Elena ran her hands through her neck as a blush crept towards her cheeks. He took a seat opposite her, sharing the same table. "We met yesterday." "Yeah." A good first impression, wasn't it? He chuckled. "You're cute." Holy heavens. She was just called cute by her crush. Could she scream? "I'm not usually this dumb," she said, awkwardly. "It's just maths."

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.”

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet