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

I whispered, refusing to flinch under his physical dominance. My eyes deliberately traced the jagged, white scar cutting sharply through his left eyebrow. My fingers twitched beneath his crushing grip, actively mapping the smooth, flawless skin of his broad shoulders through his wet shirt. I mentally logged the biological data. Rocco possesses the deep shrapnel scar on the shoulder; Roman's epidermis is entirely intact. "Are you comparing my touch to my shadow's?" Roman growled, his pupils expanding rapidly in the dark. "I am verifying my reality," I retorted, tilting my chin up.

An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it. No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perfect. I headed straight to the Rare Books section, the one Dr. Marcus Hale guarded like a treasure. I chose my usual spot; a wooden table tucked between towering shelves and I spread out my notes. But my real prize was waiting for me right on the shelf, a leather-bound book I’d discovered two weeks ago. Shadows of Desire by Marcus Hale. My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures.

I wanted to leave this suffocating place. As the car sped off, I could still see the burning hatred in Caleb's expression through the rearview mirror. While I was looking out of the window, my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number with three pictures attached. The first was a golden bracelet engraved with Caleb and Selene's initials, CS. The second was a picture of a huge bouquet of 999 flowers, laid out on a hospital bed. The last picture was of Caleb passionately kissing Selene in the hospital bed.

he kissed me so passionately after me nodding my head. So what did you think of this chapter don't forget to vote and comment

He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” “I wasn’t sure if you’d be turned off by the sight of my scar, it looks disgusting, Alder .” My mate laughed, a rough sound deep in his throat. He gripped my waist, eyes hungry and possessive. “You look like a goddess, Cassie. Your scar doesn’t make you any less desirable for me. Or do you find my scars repulsive? I have plenty of them, from the surgery that almost took my life, from trainings, so many of them.”

My eyes and hair are some of my insecurities, which I inherited from my trash father. My mom is so beautiful, she wears beautiful black hair and dark eyes, which Silas inherited. My mother and brother are both dead. It still stings inside my chest, but I was trying to forget all the painful memory this past few years but every time I tries, memories will flash in my head, repeatedly hunting me.

Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside! My gazes latches back in his body as a distraction, and I gawk at him drinking him in, there’s nothing boyish about his body, he’s all hard muscles. I could see some scars on his skin which means he’s seen the darker parts of this world I have had the privilege of escaping.

Eleanor's POV I didn’t go down without a fight. I kicked and screamed, struggling against the chains restraining my wrists as Vincent’s dogs dragged me down the shadowy hallway. The iron cuffs bruised my skin, the chains twisting with each step. But that didn’t matter. They had taken everything from me. They would not break my spirit. Whatever lay ahead, they would pay for their actions, they would surely pay. ****** The dark and shabby underground chamber was filled with the scent of cigars and pricey cologne. Heavily furnished, with expensive curtains and caged chandeliers casting sinister shadows over the faces of influential men gathered to bid.

“Damn. Gotta motor, Zee, I’m sorry. Thanks for the wine.” “Sure,” she said automatically, her mind still whirling with the new, disquieting information that Scars was even worse than she’d thought, that his past was even shadier than she’d imagined. “And thank you so much for fixing the sink.” “No problem, and you know that.”