Charlie Puth Scar Novels & Stories

What Charis did to me still felt like a nightmare. If not for the bruises that hadn't completely faded yet and scars from scratches her nails had left on my skin, there were moments it still felt so unreal. But there was also the small, bald patch on my head where the bottle had hit me. I could feel the new scar where the stitches had been. That was all too real, too.

His voice quivered as he implored, "Rosie, see! I bear the same scars. As husband and wife, we should share both joy and sorrow. I truly love you! Please, let's not divorce." The disturbing sight of the twisted, maggot-like scars on his arm made me feel sick to my stomach. Stepping back, I firmly stated, "Stop hurting yourself to earn my trust. I won't fall for it." With that said, I turned around and left. Watching my ruthless back, Charles looked down at his injured arm and silently knelt on the ground for some time. That afternoon, he completed the discharge process and drove off in his car. The mountain weather turned unpredictable, with rain starting to pour down again that night.

Eric eyed the wound on her ankle and sternly persisted, “Hurry and treat the wound! My artist mustn’t have any scar!” Charmine did not put up a fight; she had to go back to the hospital with William. William cleaned her wound and brought a few medicines from the laboratory that morning. “Ms. Jordan, there’s still a scar on your face, so don’t put on too much makeup,” said William gently. “Put this cream on after you remove your makeup. The scar will go away within twenty-four hours.” Charmine could not help feeling her face. Indeed, she had put on thick makeup that morning to hide her scar.

For as long as he needed. Charlie pulled a face. "Pheromone showers? How badly was he hurt? You sure he's not lying to you?" I didn't even answer. Just pulled out my phone and shoved it in his face. The photo of Conan—busted eye, bruised up face, a damn tooth gone—was right there, staring back at him. Charlie swallowed. "He got beat up like that protecting another pack member from Eddie," I said, voice flat. "He might have permanent scarring."

Charity stared at the man before her without blinking her eyes. His face was still the same, but it looked unfamiliar at the same time. It had been a few months since Charity last saw Chester. There used to be a wound on his face, but with the stitches removed, there was now a scar the length of a finger at the corner of his eye. Some people looked ugly with a scar, and although Chester’s good-looking appearance was greatly affected, that scar added a tinge of untamed and wild spirit to his looks. Chester used to look handsome, and no one could ever tell from his face how evil and harsh he was. However, he now gave off a feeling that he was not to be offended.

She made it sound like I had just stepped in dog shot before going to an important meeting, not raped by a wolf twice my size, who could do whatever he pleased with me for the rest of my miserable existence. "Is that why he was all scratched up a couple days ago," she quirked her brows at me as her eyes widened with the realization. I nodded. "That's my boy," Charlie praises as he gave me a smile and rubbed my gross hair, "never one to go down without a fight." I shrugged as I pulled her hand into my own, frowning as I felt how rough they were. I examined all the little cuts and scabs covering them. They were so un girly, and I hated it. Charlie deserves to have pretty hands.

“No, he doesn't look at you like a friend, so he is out of your friend list. Stay the fvck away from him, or I will cut his balls.“ His brows furrowed, and Charvie chuckled. “I'm serious.“ He added, his face hard with the thought of seeing that Pascal guy with her. Cruz had done the worst thing to him, so he won't be able to contact Charvie again, he had asked his phone to be hacked into and block any damn contacts leading to Charvie, but he knew the fucker would still look for her “Mom told you I had amnesia?“ She nodded “No fragment yet?“ “You haven't noticed this still?“ He pulls away from her a little leaning on the bed with his elbow, exposing the tattoo on his shoulder. Charvie sat up

The triplets watched as Kathryn drove her car out of the mansion. "Charlie doesn't want an injection!" Chloe said. "I'm not scared! I just don't need one! My head is better now!" Charlie said. The scab on his forehead had fallen off on its own, leaving a pink scar. Children tended to heal fast. "No need for an injection!" Chris agreed. Hayden chuckled. "She's not here to give you an injection." "Who, then?" Chris asked.

At last, when Nicole fell ill, they ignored my struggles and breakdowns, forcing me into the blood donation chair to give her my blood. The sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. Scott beat Vanessa to the door and opened it to see Nicole standing outside. Her makeup was flawless, and anyone could tell she was well-cared-for at a glance. My eyes fell on the amulet hanging around her neck, and I dug my nails deep into my palms. I had dropped to my knees and prayed for that amulet when Devin was in a coma after his car crash, when the doctors said he might never wake up. He had never taken it off.

His voice trembled and sounded deeply wounded as he asked, "Rach, are you still punishing me? Do you want nothing to do with me, even in death?" There was no response, and his tears were instantly swept away by the wind. "...Right. I get it. I ruined your entire life. It's only fair that I pay the price." A sudden wave of dread washed over me at his words. Sure enough, before my horrified eyes, Charlie turned the carving knife around and aimed the blade directly at his chest. He drove it in, hard. With a sickening squelch, dark crimson blood erupted from the wound. Charlie's face contorted in agony, but he gritted his teeth and forced the blade even deeper.