Characters With Scars Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

He uses his free hand to make the tears slightly bigger and then smiles, "So I am not the only one to have some extra fun with you..." I feel embarrassed and ashamed as he sees the scars that crisscross over my chest from when I was with Valentino. He then continues, "So you also like it rough and rough enough to leave the evidence on your skin... I wonder who it was?... With all this fight you have, I bet it was Beta Raphael as he has a rough streak to him... Or was it your mate Alpha Zachariah?... Playing rough with his human plaything..."

He just hummed in response. I looked around and could feel Sarah “snapping pictures” for lack of better term at the moment. There had to be at least 100 people up here. We were walking up to one of the warriors who had scars all over his body. For a wolf to have scars, they had to of been wounded horribly to the brink of death, that their wolf couldn’t heal them fast enough. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what this warrior had been through to be a lycan and have all those scars.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

She handed her drink over to one of the other girls and straightened her black-wrap dress. Andrea chewed the inside of her mouth. Just because he had a scar on his face didn't mean he was an anti-hero. It didn't define who he was. Zain was...classic hero material. Not that there was anything wrong with Deadpool or Wolverine, but they weren't Zain's type.

Garold said respectfully. Normal Arkyn would want to rip someone’s face off for looking at his naked mate but this tone made his eyes dart to her. Scars covered her back. Freshly made ones, still bright pink. She was thin on the verge of being starved. His eyes shot back to Garold who was now watching him and not on his mate. A large scar covered her rib cage, he gritted his teeth. “I’m going to kill them all.” He growled.

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I

Skyla's hand fled to her chest when she had a glimpse of his fully naked upper body. His body was badly bruised and had scars all over it! Skyla exclaimed, "I thought one deep scar might be responsible for all of this…" With that she lifted her eyes to gape at his blood covering the ground before getting back her gaze at his chest and then his abs. She continued in her mind, "But there are scars all over his body! It's impossible for me to conceal all of them! This doesn't look like an animal attack! I don't see any person would have done this much harm to me after all he seems strong enough to face whatever comes his way!" Skyla's eyes got teary and her heart got heavy on seeing the amount