All Might Scar Novels & Stories

I told her. “I’m fine. It’s fine. I just don’t like it when you bug me about the whole dress thing. I know that the doctor said the scars will disappear but will it really? These things never truly disappear. I just am trying to get accustomed to the fact that my body is likely going to be like this forever. I’m permanently scarred Femi.” She said painfully. I could feel and see the pain through her voice.

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

Eros I opened my eyes and saw blood on my hands. The blood was all over my body. I looked everywhere and saw glass shards, smoke and people looking at me with shock evident on their faces, some even had worry. I looked at myself through one of the shattered glass and screamed out of shock. It was not me. Blood and wounds all over my face. My beauty….it's gone.

She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. "You don't have to feel ashamed of this scar. It is declared as the signature of victory against rogues for our territory. You should be proud, baby girl. Now everyone is under your debt. You kind of saved the whole territory last night." I said and a small smile appeared on her face. "Will mom and dad love me from now on like they love Skylar?" She asked me and I sighed. A forced a small smile on my face because I was speechless. That little girl had been through more than she could handle.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

There was a tornado sweeping over everyone and I made a shade over my eyes with my palm. I squinted, desperately looking for Alruin and I found him right in the middle of the storm. My eyes searched for Chase and the others, but I saw Marla and Priscilla, forming a protective shield against Alruin. Priscilla’s eyes met mine and hers glowed mischievously. She glanced one more time at Alruin, whose eyes were completely white now, and grinned.

"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.

someone asked, frowning. I held up my phone and showed them the post about falling in love with someone who already belongs to another. "She meddled in my life, lied to everyone, and even deleted messages from Alexander's phone, ruining the birthday surprise I had planned. There's more proof right here. "My professional conduct doesn't apply to people like her. "I suggest all you respected ladies keep away from someone like this." Camila's face turned pale as she saw the cold and even scornful looks around her.

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

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.