Charlie Puth Scar Novels & Stories

“Never seen him before in my life.” “I think that’s Charlie’s ex,” Scarlet whispers. “Quinn and I kind of stalked her social media to get clues on how to push you two back together.” She holds up her hand, silencing me before I can tell her that was borderline creepy. Though I did have Quinn do something similar. Call it a dirty move, but it made Charlie happy, didn’t it? “Quinn was able to recover or unlock or something—whatever—and we found one photo of Charlie with her ex. I think that’s him.”

He pursed his lips and place the cigarette in his mouth then raised his shirt. “You see this mark; this is where I was cut open and a kidney was removed without my consent.” He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply and puffed out thick smoke that immediately filled the atmosphere. He the lifted the shirt higher, exposing another scar right in the middle of his chest. “And this one…” he continued, “this one is a mark of love, by you my dear Marcella. This is an eternal reminder of how hard I fought for your love, and I absolutely love it” he said and let out a devilish laugh. I scanned his chest, the scar emerged from a red heart tattooed in the middle of his chest such that the scar formed a

★★★★★ 4PM* The members had gotten back from Rome unharmed but Scar was an exception. Her arms was still untreated since they didn't take any aid kit with them. "OMG, scar.....Your arm!" Lila exclaimed immediately she set her eyes on her. "It nothing Lila, it just a bullet!" Scar let out a smile. "Let go to the suite. I'll help you treat it!" She offered and scar nodded. "Thanks baby!" Scar smiled hanging her arm around Lila's neck.

“I will repay my debt, no matter-” He cut himself off, staring downward. I frowned, following his gaze until I saw exactly what he had just seen. The deep scars on my wrist were exposed, both old and new, and still blue and purple with the new bruises. I quickly covered it up, blushing in shame as I tried to hide on the couch. “Where did you get these, Charlotte?” Alpha Finnley was so gentle, eyes heartbroken as he took my hand in his, and I could only stare ashamed as he pulled my sleeve, revealing the bruises and scars that traveled all the way up my arm.

I asked. She nodded her head as I climbed off her to get my phone. I laid down beside her and started to show her off the photos I had. I even showed her some videos of having fun, one of the videos was of Charlotte getting her heart scar on her back. The video was a long one as it took a while and a lot of cigarettes to get the finished product. By the time the video finished the girl was white as a sheet. I laughed as I climbed on top of her and started to fuck her dry pussy.

I hurriedly went to him and asked "Doctor h-how is she?" My voice cracked "She is completely fine. She hit her head with something which caused her to faint and open up the old scar that was on her head. Which caused the bleeding" The doctor said "Old scar?" I asked confused "Yes, the area where she got hit was already cut before. But yes her foot is injured and she will have difficulty walking for a month or two. Rather than that she is fine. She has not woke up yet and it will take her time"

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

“This would have taken weeks to heal normally.” “Lupo has strong healing tendencies,” I said, showing her the spot that Charlie had punctured my arm. It had already healed and there wasn’t even a red mark to show that it had happened. She smiled at me shyly. “Thank you for saving me,” she said. I reached over and pulled her into my arms, kissing the top of her head and inhaling her scent deeply. Charlie slipped out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

I stared at my body in the full-length mirror. I chuckled as I trace the scar on my body. Though, it's not really that obvious. It actually looked like an aesthetic tattoo. I took my phone then took a photo of myself using a black and white filter and edited it to make it look blurry. I posted it on my I*******m account, the new account I have made since my other account is chaotic. I put "A beautiful scar from a wonderful wound," as a caption.