Charlie Puth Scar Novels & Stories

“I am very happy, love. “ he put his arms around her waist and kissed her temple lingeringly, before turning his attentions to the pot once more, knowing his wife well enough to know that she would make one more move soon “ Why don't you take a seat on the counter and become my official fitting room, since you want to help? I need someone to tell me if I'm doing this right as this is my first time using this technique. Looking very pleased with his request, Charlie placed her hands on the counter and he noticed that she shuddered strangely as she finally sat up, moving her legs from side to side. “ Is your scar or your leg bothering you? he asked, placing his hand on the barely noticeable sc

Charlotte pursed her lips and handed him the cup in her hand, saying, "I'm the one who forgot, what are you apologizing for?" "If I had made the decision faster that day, I wouldn't have bumped into you." When she heard him say that, Charlotte finally understood what he meant by "I'm sorry." She glanced at him and said, "Maybe you came early and got a discount, Marcus." Leandro touched her leg where the scar from the car accident two years ago was. He knew it wouldn't fade unless she had surgery. There's a scar nearly ten centimeters long on Charlotte's calf. You can feel a slight bump when you touch the scar.

But worst were his eyes. One pitch black. The other a blazing, unnatural red. And slashing down one side of his face was a jagged, pulsing scar—glowing faintly like burning coal beneath cracked earth. Dark runic tattoos crawled up his throat like serpents, and beneath them, veins pulsed orange and red, like magma beneath skin. My stomach dropped. “I’m not Carter anymore, Charlie,” he murmured. “You are to me,” I said, stepping forward. My hand hovered over my blade, my voice steady despite the shaking in my chest. “Let’s go home.”

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

Selena’s POV Under Charles's supervision and care, I rested for a few days. My wounds had mostly healed, leaving only pale pink scars. Dr. Jonny gave me some scar cream and told me to put it on my body every day after I took a shower. I forgot to do this occasionally, but Charles would aggressively lift up my clothes and carefully apply the ointment. I was a little embarrassed at first, but it doesn't matter now. After a week, my scars faded, leaving only faint white marks.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

"We don't do unfair deals, and we definitely don't trade our people for scraps." The room fell silent, all eyes on me. I tucked my long hair, which I had not bothered to cut, behind my ear and met Charles's gaze. "You know I don't do do-overs." He gave a small laugh, tilting his head and revealing a long scar on his neck that made my heart skip a beat. That scar... He got it when he was at death's door, I heard. "I'm talking about a chance for you to have a change of heart, or just an hour alone with me," he said.

Abby snuggled in deeper, doing naughty things to his dick but he sobered quickly when his thumb ran over the scarred ridges branding her back. “You can talk about it and I won’t splinter into a million pieces. I’ve lived with that scar for the past three years. It’s been part of my therapy and it’s now part of my soul.” “Knowing what he did fucks with my head, I can’t imagine how you feel,” Max said. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. It’s not going anywhere; the damage is permanent. I’ve thought about covering it with a tattoo.” Max traced the seared skin. “What kind of tattoo?”

I pull off whatever is over my eyes, once my eyes adjust to the minimal light of where ever I am, I can see that it was a scarf. I take a look at my wrists to see there is a slight cut on each from me pulling on them caused by the cuffs they are restrained by, what's worse is that they look silver, which is probably why I haven't heard from either Ruth or Cara. I then hear a small whimper coming from somewhere nearby. "Charlotte, is that you?" "S..S...Scarlett?? He... He made me..." I hear her start to sob "It's okay Char! Did he hurt you? Are you injured?"

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop