Dabi No Scars Novels & Stories

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 24✨ . . 🔞🔞The scene below is rated. So if you hate it, don't read it. Just skip it🔞🔞 . 🌹Natasha🌹

Zebian sighed heavily and pressed his lips before facing his back on her. He sat in a kneeling position while Renai read his movement. The cruel sight had caught her eyes, those torrents of tattered scars gracing his skin. She gulped when she began scrutinising the bruises. Some were new, some were faded patches but all of them were equally spine-chilling. The old scars were lighter than the newer ones but they equally told a story. Every scar had its own different story. The older ones were severely carved on his skin, the rough patches were tattooed on it and they made her wonder when did he get them.

" The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed. He stood up slowly, quietly. "Remember to put ointment on your knee when you get home. It's scraped." The door closed softly behind him. I thought I heard a muffled sob. However, maybe it was just my imagination. Back home, my daughter gently put ointment on my knee. I patted her head, turned on the computer, and started writing a new post. Title: [About Camila and the Road I Took.] She should have known I would not let it go if she exposed me.

Daphne interrupted. "I'm sure I have heard that a dozen times since yesterday... Either way, I'm positive I have vomited at least one-third of it along with those lovely scones” She added with a pout. “ What are you doing walking about so early?" Fabian ask folding his arms. “ you should not have to look so annoyed, I know you didn't expect me to stay confined in my room when you said it” Daphne grinned weakly. “ I meant it but I also know you would end up doing what you with ” Fabian replied.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

I hear the slow, sharp, deep intake of air, then an exhale before his head slowly rises and his palm lifts off the pillar, he turns around. “I apologize. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable again.” He says in a somewhat woeful tone. The heated look in his eyes is gone, replaced by a remorseful expression. I let out a quiet grunt, my words suddenly failing me. Damian hand lifts, his fingers forks into his sleek, dark locks as they carry the strands of hair that feathered his forehead, revealing a deep, straight scar right above his left brow. I recognise it instantly, it's one of the many scars he got from his unruly battle escapades. Similar scars also marked other parts of his taut skin

The fabric joined Damian's on the floor. They stood there, bare-chested, the city lights painting their skin gold and silver. Sebastian's left shoulder was still marked—the pink scar from the bullet graze, the newer marks from the cheap shot in the game. Damian's body was a map of older wounds—the ribs his father had broken, the burns, the cuts. "You're beautiful," Sebastian said. "I'm scarred." "You're beautiful." Sebastian kissed Damian's shoulder. The scar there—a cigarette burn, small and round. He kissed it like he was trying to erase it. Then he kissed Damian's chest, his stomach, the line of hair below his navel.

I’m as good as nothing to him again. But…why is he doing this? Bathing me, I mean. Does he always bathe women when he finishes fucking them…? My thoughts immediately spin around when my eyes leave Dima’s expressionless face and land on the scars that mark his skin. My face contorts as I try to make out the causes of the scars. It looks like someone picked his skin with a blazing knife. I can’t contain my curiosity, hence I ask, “What are these scars?” I don’t know that my hands are already moving of their volition, touching the scars and he pauses, immediately.