Dabi No Scars Novels & Stories

It feels important, like this is the start of something but I have no idea what. “No, you need to leave.” I sigh and try to sound as confident as I normally feel; I know it falls flat when Gideon says nothing and just continues with lathering up his chin. When he starts to scrape off the small hairs on his chin with a razor, I realise he’s not paying me any attention. Glancing at the shower, I debate just running from the room and how far I’ll get before the rope-happy Alpha gets to me. I know it won’t be far so I turn my back on him and slowly start to undress. With each piece of clothing I remove, I visualise the scars that Gideon will see if he looks at me. I have a nasty scar up the back

' 'Damn full moon, we need to go home now Davina' He stepped closer to her making her stiffen, her heart beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it. He looked down to see her hip, he slowly pulled her pants down to examine her when he noticed the scarring. "How did you not heal properly? Don't you have your wolf? I can sense her." She nodded, "Yes I have my wolf, I don't know how I scarred and didn't heal, it's never happened before." He backed away from her slightly, "Shift for me"

Rai sat down on the porch to catch his breath, his face facing downward while Damian slid me off his body. I turned around to punch him playfully on his chest when I noticed a scar on his left chest. I reached out my hand to touch it, not laughing anymore. I traced the scar with my finger and saw two more similar scars — small, circular marks. Cigarette burns? Did someone abuse him? I was horrified by the thought. Suddenly Damian grabbed my hand, preventing me from touching the other two marks. I looked up and saw him shaking his head, his expression bitter and hurt. Without thinking, I caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned his head onto my hand.

Erin forced a small smile despite the concern in Abby’s voice. “I forgot,” Erin admitted faintly. “It’s just… it’s been so long since I bathed properly.” Abby sighed, helping her stand. As Erin rose, naked before her, Abby gasped quietly. Erin knew what she must have seen: the scars, the half-healed wounds, and the dark bruises staining her fragile skin. Erin flinched when Abby’s fingers brushed lightly against them, her body instinctively recoiling from touch, but she endured it, reminding herself that Abby was only trying to help.

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

There is a tattoo near the spot, like a tattoo as a sign that I also have near my neck. "Is this a scratch scar? Does it hurt? "I asked. Dori shook her head "this is not a deep wound. After all, all of that was defeated with the pleasure that Abigail gave me," said Dori, smiling brightly. "It's different from Dori, my mark is on my right back, Albern gave a bite mark there. look," said Jasmine and asked me to look at her back. I tried to shift a little of the clothes that covered Jasmine's end. There were indeed scars from the fangs and covered in tattoos.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

”I look like a zombie “She laughed twisting her waist . She check her phone but was disappointed seeing no message from Dylan .She walked to the bathroom dragging herself . “Hey you busy ?”Her manager ,Susan asked peeping in . “Not really .Just scrolling through social media .Dylan have been ignoring me “Rissa replied. Susan signed and sat on the bed beside hers .Yeah ,Susan also understands sign language . One of the reason why they got along pretty quick.She and Rissa are really close and Riss takes her as a best friend telling her about a lot of things .