All Might Scar Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, it has really come true. Scared off the man with a scar on his face. Walking to the window broken by Scar, Allen Peterson looked at the back of Scar's leaving and couldn't care to clean up the broken glass on the ground. Hurry to the room and take Zhuang Chengren to the garage. He can hide that statement for a while, but it will not last a lifetime. It is estimated that the scar will soon react and be tricked. After all, it's just perfume, which does no harm to the human body. People who practice martial arts can't understand the condition of their bodies.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

Which he did, and let me tell you that scar cream did zit. "A-fter a few m-months... he realised he t-the scars weren't healing. They weren't dissappearing like he w-wanted.... T-the only s-scar that actually healed w-was the one on my h-head. You can only see it if you l-look closely.... I'd g-get dirty l-looks on the street, so I s-started to cover up... T-that was when.... T-that was when my e-ex started.... calling me names. He'd tell me I-I'd never b-be beautiful again. T-that no one would w-want me, and I-I'd be alone forever." I whisper out through the sobs escaping my chest. I feel Alessandro tighten his hold on me bringing me into his lap, as he drapes the blanket back over me.

"Susan, you crazy woman! Miranda came here to check on you, to bring you flowers, and you repay her kindness by throwing her gift on the floor?!" I coldly retorted, "I'm allergic to pollen. Didn't you know that, Ryan?" Ryan froze, his anger fading to embarrassment as he stood there, momentarily speechless. He mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Susan. I forgot—" I cut him off, my voice resolute, "It's over."

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Scar sat beside Aria as she peeled the orange, arranging them on a plate beside her. “So you're getting married tomorrow” Aria asked still not understanding the rush behind the whole wedding. “Yes ma” Aria raised her eyebrow, did Scar just answer her ma,what parallel universe is this. “Why the rush,you are not fully healed, mentally, physically, psychologically and you are jumping into marriage” Aria seemed clearly worried,indeed she came with alot of baggages.

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.