All Might Scar Novels & Stories

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

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My father and Noah both laughed. “Shut up,” Scar growled. “The truth hurts, princess,” Ad remarked with a smirk on his face. Scar ran to him and punched him, and I struggled with my confines. Scar ripped his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. His eight-pack abs and muscular back were on display. He wasn’t as attractive as Nicolas, but he was nonetheless appealing. What got my attention was his body was littered with marks. Same as Nicolas. And I know who did it.

They fought tooth and nail as if it was some type of morbid dance between two opposite forces until eventually overcoming what used to stand in front: they defeated them again…or so thought those remaining few who chose life over death. Still panting heavily amid the ruins left behind due devastation caused by Miss Bulwark (*as referred lovingly by Lovato*), both daredevils embraced at last after such intense battle; relieved - although bruised & battered (mostly mentally!)-that also no harm had come upon their little brave soul known as 'Scarlett'. One final thing remained however: The showstopper itself…. A fiery explosion occurred right then when two hearts collide during an affectionate

“Allie, I know this isn’t ideal, but let’s focus on the positive. The press loves the chemistry between you two. This will blow over, and people will forget about it soon enough.” Allie bit her lip, unsure. Deep down, she wasn’t worried about the media. She was worried about Liam Hart. Would he believe the headlines? Would he care? Later that night, Allie returned to the dormitory, exhausted. She pushed open the door to find Scarlett Renwick sitting at the desk, flipping through her script. Scarlett glanced up, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well, look who’s back,” Scarlett said. Allie ignored the sarcasm, heading straight for her bed. She lifted her pillow,

But I said, "Okay." Kieran relaxed, then swept me up in his arms. My eyes caught sight of fresh scratches covering his chest—angry red marks like claw marks. He quickly pulled his shirt closed. "I fell earlier. Pretty ugly, right? Don't want to scare my Aria." I smiled sweetly. "Make sure Dr. Scarlett cleans and disinfects those properly. You don't want scars." The mention of Scarlett made something flicker in Kieran's eyes. I could practically see him remembering her claws raking down his skin, how she'd writhed beneath him like a wild cat.

Now I am a threat to her. “No, I want to leave it,” I said, laying back down. “Are you sure?” he said. “Yes, how did you do that, by the way? I thought she could do it because she was a witch,” I said. “Well, demons hate having scars or any beautification on their body because it makes them feel unattractive, so we have the power to clear the scars that bother us,” he said. No wonder Alma is so full of herself. The first day I met her, I low key admired her skin. She has such clear and gorgeous skin and I thought she was beautiful, but obviously she is very rotten to the core.