Charlie Puth Scar Novels & Stories

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.

Tristan finishes off. Charlie couldn't be anymore embarrassed. She couldn't help but look down at her fingers that worried each other. She sighs eventually then tucks a portion of her hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry. I just..." She raises her head to stop the tears from flowing. "It just..." Her voice cracks. "It hurts so much, Tris." She shakes her head as if convincing the tears to stop falling or the sobs to stop spilling from her lips. The doctor shuffles closer and wraps his arms around Charlie, "Here. Come here."

Although Meredith responded like this, she still could not feel at ease. Will Josiah let him go so easily? I'm afraid not! … Josiah looked at Charlie in front of him, and teased in disbelief, "Are my eyes deceiving me? It's really Charlie?" After speaking, he stood up from the leather chair, walked around in front of him, leaned over, and pointed to the scar on his head. "You don't feel afraid when you see my scar?" Charlie did not care about his ridicule, and just spit out a sentence calmly, "I'm here to apologize to you today, Mister Josiah. I hope that you will be magnanimous and forgive me for my impulsive behavior."

Chad slowly moved out of the darkness, and now I could see his face. I was astounded. Half of Chad's face was disfigured by a scar that went down to his neck; it was even longer; his shirt just separated it. 'Why is that?' I asked him through my mind. Chad scoffed, then reached out to touch the scar on his face. “It's disgusting. Are you afraid of it?” I slowly shook my head. Chad's eyes froze for a few seconds and then flashed; he laughed out loud. "Lie! Is there anyone who isn't afraid of it?"

Twice daily as needed for chronic itching of healed scar tissue. Charlie held the tube, a frown deepening on his face. He didn't understand. He had lived with this woman for three years. He had never seen a scar on her. He had never looked. He turned the tube over. It was almost flat. She had been using it for a long time. He put the tube down, then picked it up again. He set it aside and reached for the photograph. He turned it over. It was an old, black-and-white photograph of two children standing on the bank of a river. One of them was laughing. The other was not in the frame.

" I asked. "Charlie found me on F******k some months after that. I didn't believe it was him at first. I was ready to block him, thinking he was an online scammer. Then he sent me a photo of..." "The scars he got from protecting you." I completed her statement. "He showed you?" She asked, eyes wide in surprise. "Them and every other scar in his body. He believes he deserved those scars, he says they are..." "His punishment for putting me in harm's way?" She inquired and I nodded.

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.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

"Yes, it was my major in college." Hearing that, a sudden fire ignited in Rosemary's eyes. She lunged forward and grabbed Tabitha's hand, her grip so tight it practically hurt, her voice vibrating with a desperation she had kept bottled up for years. "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!"