Novel & Cerita All Might Scar

And the Grace I once knew might not even exist anymore. Up at the front of the hall, Adrian was speaking to the crowd, addressing the new alliance and the recent attack that required an investigation. His words washed over me like white noise. My attention kept flicking back to Grace. Then Gareth stepped up to the microphone, voice clear and resolute. “All of my people have agreed to this alliance. I am grateful for my brother’s existence. I’ve had trust issues, but I believe this pack is stronger together.” A round of applause erupted.

“No… I didn’t even know I could heal someone else until today. I never thought about using it on myself.” Joshua leaned forward a bit. “Wouldn’t it be worth trying, though? If you can do it, that scar could fade. Just like that.” I looked down at my lap, my hands clenched together. “I don’t know if it’ll work,” I said quietly. “Scars are… different. They’re not open wounds. They’re old pain.” “But pain is still pain, isn’t it?” Jasmine added gently. Thania reached across the table, placing her hand over mine. “It won’t hurt to try. And if it doesn’t work, we’ll still love you just the same. You’re beautiful with or without it, Violeta.”

Directly to the white blouse of Cassandra. Gasps everywhere. "Oh, fuck," Natalie thought, not even faking it. "Guess I'm clumsy too." The whole place went silent. Cassandra stood still with open eyes and a dripping chest. "You bitch!" she screamed. "Watch your mouth," Natalie said, like nothing at all. "It's just a drink. You ought to have a shower before you begin to reek of cheap perfume and desperation. I swear, I almost laughed. Cassandra was on the point of bursting out.

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

Omnibus' POV I removed all the embarrassing thoughts from my head as I licked Scar's wound on his back. It was a deep gash that was still oozing with his blood. The moment I salivate his wound, the clearer our hopes went on. The wound slowly closed in. It was slowly coming back into its old form, but not perfectly. It had formed a scar, just like his name. It was because he was bleeding profusely for long hours without any remedies to stop it.

“Mm?” “Try not attacking anyone… there’s something special about you. I don’t think it's wise to let others know that.” He said moving his black t-shirt aside, the scars were slightly scabbing but they weren’t healing. “Special?” Scarlett scoffed. “I think the word you’re looking for is freak-show.” Elijah frowned. “Being different does not make you a fucking freak Red.”

"Then... the scar on my face, do you have any way to get rid of it? I've tried every scar treatment on the market over the years, expensive ones, cheap ones... not a single one does a damn thing!" Tabitha looked down at the tight grip around her wrist. When she raised her eyes back up, they were filled with a perfectly measured look of sympathetic apology. "Most scar products on the market are just marketing gimmicks; the actual results depend entirely on the individual's skin. This scar of yours is an old, deep-set injury from years ago. Trying to erase it completely... I'm afraid it won't be easy." The hope on Rosemary's face died instantly, looking exactly like a candle blown out by a gus

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.