All Might Scar Novels & Stories

CHAPTER NINE; Sleep tight — Dalia glared at them and she clenched her hand very hard that she can feel her nails digging in her own flesh, she wasn't even afraid of drawing out blood from it. She gritted her teeth as hard as she can that she can feel them grinding against each other, also not afraid of destroying her perfect set of teeth. Her sharp glare was trailed with them as Leon slowly descends the stairs while carrying her in his arms. She was staring very hard that she might cause a hole in their heads.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

As she reached the stairwell, she saw Natelie sobbing pitifully, clutching her cheek. "I can't be disfigured! My face can't have scars—not even one! The engagement party is tomorrow!" Lucas gently comforted her. "Don't worry, Natelie. I'll make sure your face stays perfect. I'll get you the best medicine and the best doctor." The doctor beside them spoke up. "There's a highly effective scar removal cream, but it's expensive—about 1,000 dollars per tube." Without hesitation, Lucas pulled out a black credit card.

She took a step as a sign to leave although paused when he talked. “You’re not going anywhere, woman." The tone of his voice was menacing. “What—” She was cut off when he pulled her towards his car. When they both went inside the vehicle, he hastily started to take her blouse off. “Don’t touch me!” she cried out, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once he completely got her shirt off, his shock worsened. Scratches and bruises were all over Annabelle’s body! The purple mark almost entirely covered her back part.

“If you won’t let me beat Lucas’ ass, then at least I can make him regret not accepting you as his mate by making you look like a daydream.” My heart warms. “I would like that a lot,” I touch the scar on the right side of my face. “Mind covering this up?” She frowns. “Absolutely not. I will do your makeup, but that scar? It makes you look dangerous and exotic—I don’t want to cover that up.” I pout. “Pretty please? It’s giving me a complex.” Claudia hesitates, but when I jut out my bottom lip, she groans and slumps her shoulders in defeat. “Fine! But only because you’re asking for it...”

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

El asked, not bothering to take the tube from her hand. "It..its an ointment that will help you get rid of.... you know..the scars," she didn't want to use the word scar as she didn't know how would El take it. Ara had figured that El was obsessed with her beauty. She didn't want to offend her. El grabbed the and started surveying it. "My scar faded in just a matter of a week. It has disappeared completely. You should definitely use it. I am sure your scars will fads aw well,"

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.

It was Lani's shop. Scar felt his heart clench is anger as he realised the bastard hadn't hurt Lani physically, it had all been mental. That tattoo parlour was her everything, Scar knew it just like everyone else did and that was why he needed to find her - quickly. He knew more than anyone that mental wounds were much more painful than the ones that can be seen, he had to try and help her. The sky was dark as the ash danced around the club, the only light was the blaze of orange and red from the mighty fire, the glow left an eerie atmosphere that lingered around the lot. After a few more seconds of scanning the area, Scar found the little one with a careful eye.