Dabi Scars Full Body Novels & Stories

I let out a deep breath, losing myself in the water before taking the soap, scrubbing my body down with it. I had this habit of scrubbing my body with soap several times in the shower, and it usually takes about an hour until I felt clean enough to go. Abbie tried to stop me once, but no matter what I do I keep scrubbing my body until the skin turned red. Because no matter what, every time I look at my body, I feel disgusted. It was hideous. Scars stretched down my legs. There was a multitude of them as if Dexter had branded them into my body, reminding me that I will and always belong to him.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Damon said to another maid who went quickly to clothe Scar The nurse came in immediately with a bowl, leaves and other things to look after Scar who was now clothed . Damon unchained her and laid her on the ground for the nurse who did a few things and gave Scar a concoction. " she will wake up soon , she is a pure witch , I suggest you treat with caution." Nurse Abella said as she applied ointment to the bruises on Scars's body " a pure witch ?." Damon asked dumbfounded Never in his life did he know that existed, he wondered what that was and waited for Abella to respond again

" Damian stood from his place, unable to see more, as if he had a raging volcano tumbling through his folds, searching for an outlet to no avail. He gasped so dry that even his tears refused to obey him and relieve him of his suffering. But despite all this, he returned to her, watching her eyes, which did not leave his eyes. He stood in front of her, wandering around her hideous scars spread over her entire body, the signs of torture and the serpent's teeth.

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

Hope knows I am not a morning person, and I need to be coaxed. I flop over on my back, kick off my blanket, "I'll be right down. Leave me some coffee, or someone might die." I hear a laugh, "No worries, we already know." I hear Hope's footsteps heading down the hall. I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Time to get the day started. I turn on the shower and undress. I catch a glimpse of my mate mark in the mirror. Looking at myself naked makes me cringe because that damn mark is staring back at me. It has been about a month since "The Fight," as it's called now. I have healed completely and have minimal scarring, considering the extent of my injuries. It was primarily cuts and brui

I scan the clearing for anyone or anything that might be causing her harm, but find none. "Daliah, hey," I whisper to her when I shift, crouching at her side. When I place my hand against her shoulder blade, she tightens into her ball further with a wimper. Her body flinches again, but this time I see it. The impact of something I can't see, that breaks the skin of her back open, just like her scars.

“We’re going to be working together. I know you have a question. Ask. If I don’t want to answer, I won’t. No hard feelings.” He nodded. “Does your wolf have a blind eye, too?” he gestured to my scar. I grinned. “No, Dali has the sight of both her eyes. I got this scar before I got my wolf so she wasn’t able to heal me. She does have a black streak down her face, though, in the exact place of my scar. It’s the only color on her body.” “That is so cool!” Bob was enthusiastic. I laughed again.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

I say a bit louder and smile. I pull Nico in for a hug but stop as I notice my arms. I then look down at my thighs and then pull my shirt up to reveal my stomach. “What happened to all my scars?” They’re all gone. Even the burns. “The warlock Gibson is gifted. He has the ability to heal all your scars. They’re all gone.” I look at him in disbelief and walk into the bathroom to remove my shirt and look in the mirror. Nothing but a small circle on my shoulder.