Natsu Scars の小説・ストーリー

She pulled over the casserole dish and placed it on the top of the stove. “I hope you like lasagna- Woah.” Natalie said, turning around and seeing him standing shirtless in the kitchen. His chest muscles are still glistening from the water. The water droplets from his hair hit his shoulders and ran down the front of his chest. Aldric smirked a little bit at her as he walked over to the cabinet across the way getting plates for them. “Lasagna woah?” He asked with a chuckle. Natalie didn't respond; she was too busy looking at his back. The muscles mimic his front but what caught her eyes the most was the scars. She walked over to him slowly as he was getting utentisle out of the drawer.

That day when Jenna hit her, Juanita said that she was badly injured and her skull was broken. But her mom didn't even take her to the hospital and on top of it when her bandage was removed she looked good as new without even a Scar or any sign that she was hurt. What are you Scarlet Reyes?? I know for a fact that you are not human because even your scent isn't human enough.. I looked at Val who was pacing around the room with his brows knitted together, he was rolling his neck every after three seconds trying to relieve the stress that was building up in him.

“She’s strong, though. Stronger than we can imagine.” Ronan sighed. “I hate that she had to be.” Aleron turned to him. “Ronan.” “What?” “These scars… the ones on her wrists…” Ronan clenched his jaw. His voice was low, dangerous. “I saw them.” Aleron swallowed. “Ronan… whoever did that to her…” Ronan shook his head slowly. “I swear on the Moon Goddess… they’ll pay.” A soft voice interrupted them. “Don’t fight… please.”

"These burns... if she learns you gave me a healing crystal..." "She won't need it," Marcus said. "An Omega's scars don't matter to the pack." Oliver's laughter echoed from the room - pure and happy, secure in his parents' love.

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

Lucas’s eyes followed her hand. “Does it still hurt you?” Arabella kept her hand on the one inch wide, five inch long scar. It did not twist or pucker up like most scars did. She could only imagine it was because of the magic that was used. Still, it was an ugly mark that would never go away, a harsh reminder of her foolishness. “No, baby. Sometimes it twinges, but that is about all.” Lucas smiled at his mom and kissed her cheek. “You are the most beautifulest mom ever, the scar just makes you dangerous looking>” Now Lucas broke out in a boyish grin, giggles erupting from his throat.

She shot him a glare and stepping forward, dragged her finger along the woman's arm before moving back. “Happy?” She growled. Zidane smiled coldly, his eyes fixed on the woman's skin, watching as the marks he made in her neck began healing but the thin scratch Scarlett made did not heal. His eyes grew more manic, his mind poisoned with all the possibilities of having such an ability at his disposal.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.