Novel & Cerita Under Your Scars Book Ending

Not even him. Because this is the end. And like everything else— The sweet beginnings don’t hurt. But the endings? They bleed. They leave ugly, jagged scars that don’t fade with time. They bury themselves deep in your bones and call it healing when really it’s just surviving. And this scar? This one? It’s shaped exactly like him. Right on my heart. Right where he always lived. Will it ever heal? His lips slow against mine. Softer now. Like a lullaby.

I filed it away—leverage for when he’d come collecting. His eyes flicked up, holding mine. The chain around his neck swayed, catching the light. His sleeve rode up, revealing the countdown scar again. His scars glowed faintly—*603*—same as mine. My own numbers flared in response, a silent scream trapped under cotton. My breath hitched. He yanked his sleeve down, eyes flashing a warning: * His eyes locked onto mine, a silent dare. *Ask*, they said. *I’ll lie.* So I let the numbers hang between us, twin nooses in the dark. I understood then—we were both tallying days. For a second, I saw it—the boy beneath the scars, the one who still remembered how to be kind. Then he looked down, fingers ret

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

“You did.” “And the Book?” He shook his head. “Gone.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. The wound where she’d cut herself had healed… but not cleanly. The skin had scarred in a spiral, dark and perfect, etched into her palm like ink burned beneath flesh. The same spiral Mara had worn. The same spiral that had filled the Book’s pages. “I feel different,” she whispered. Tristan’s hand hovered, almost touching hers, then pulled back. “You are.”

And to think that all of this happened because I was the Mafia's Target. ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ A/N - The book is officially finished! Thank you so much for reading my book! 💞💞💞💞💞 I will most likely be doing a bonus scene with the wedding/proposal I'm not sure yet and also editing the finale at some point.

That’ll get expensive fast. The sports bra style they issued has a regular back, which does nothing to hide my scars. I hate the idea of showing them, but at this point enough people have seen that I’m past the sick feeling it used to give me. They’re going to figure out something happened for Zanthe to show up so early. At least the scars and the wolf together might shut down most questions. 'After I shift, I doubt they’ll be asking about your back, Z.' 'True… I think you’re going to be the main attraction today.'

"I'll find her. And when I do. I'll beg. Beg on bended knee. Go where she goes. But show Harrison Blackwood is not the devil Maya portrayed him to be. Be the man Leya needs." Alone, finally, in her life, the therapist cocked her head to one side. "That is your promise. Now hold on." And as Harrison left that office that night, his chest aching but his heart seething once more, there was one thing echoing in his ears above the rest: He had scars that would haunt him for a lifetime. And out of those scars had been driven home a promise — a promise that would be the refrain of his years.

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

I glanced at the wind-down window and realized we were passing the border of the Red Moon pack. “See you on the other side of the moon, Hara.“ I soliloquized, gripping the photo even tighter. **** This chapter ends here. If you feel you want to continue reading this novel. You can search for the name on this platform. Once Abused, Now Loved. Thank you and i appreciate for taking your time to read this novel of mind. MB.

I can't do anything, but watch everyone get eaten by the fire. "Fuck you." "I'm sorry," he softly said, his voice has a trace of sadness and worries, but I'm in pain to notice his words, the next thing I knew is getting myself eaten by darkness. "I'll look for you, I promise..." it's the last word I muttered until I lost my consciousness. "Darling, You'll thank me for this."