Dabi Scars Full Body Novels & Stories

She stepped down from the car, looking around, she asked him for her friend's Tina and Bella, he ignored her. “Come on,” he held out his hand towards her. She held a deep breath, a moment of silence stretched between them, as they walked into the church. Aria revealed her eyes by lowering her sunglasses very slowly. People gasped when they recognized her. Their stares pierced through her like she was being stabbed. Despite the stares, Aria maintained her composure and walked forward with raised chin. Her damaged skin showed both an unnatural color and an unbalanced texture. Aria showed her original beauty on one side of her face but the other side revealed the permanent marks of her nightmar

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

Merciless. A large hand fisted in Kai’s dark hair and yanked his head up. Their eyes met. Damien Voss was even more terrifying in person. Mid-thirties, built like a fighter who’d traded the ring for tailored suits that did nothing to hide the power underneath. A thin, jagged scar cut through his left eyebrow, and his gray eyes looked like they’d never known warmth. Sharp jaw, full lips currently pressed into a flat line, and shoulders broad enough to block out the hanging bulb above them.

he said, smoothing down his shirt as if to prepare himself for a press conference, "The one whose throne you and your dead baby tried to snatch…Cassandra. " My heart stopped. "Cassandra?" His smirk widened. "She has everything I need - class,beauty, self esteem. Something you never really had." Eddie lunged forward like he would throw a punch, but I grasped weakly at his arm. "Don't." My voice shook. My body shook. Everything inside me felt shattered. Jake turned his back and walked away, stopping only at the door. "Get well soon, Natalie," he chirped, as if waylaid by some small talk, and he walked out, leaving destruction in his wake.

she whispered looking like she had just vomited her intestines. “ I suppose we should expect to see nothing short of invading a pregnant woman's home,” Stephen said patting her back. “ How are you feeling? ” Fabian asked. “ I quite exhausted from vomiting for the third time this morning, and I'm wishing I had never taken a cup of that hideous looking tonic” She replied, her complexion brightening up, confirming she felt better. “ I promised the physician to ensure that you take ev...” “ ...Every drop” Daphne interrupted.

“I know you want it. All of you love my body. My body… you are drooling over it, don’t you? You love the scars that are inflicted on my body, don’t you?” Busaba didn’t even open her mouth to deny it. It was the truth. She still wanted to touch that body. Her body was different than the rest. It wasn’t any different than any other people except for the scars but the aura exuded by that body was immaculate. And her body scent was exceptional. It was probably because of the experiments she went through. The poison inside her body emitted such a nice scent. “Yeah. The sweet scent that you’re currently smelling is the body's reaction to the poison that flows inside me.” Shadow released her statem

He kept growling under his breath, a low, broken sound he didn’t recognize as his own. He slammed his fist against the side of the tub once. Twice. Finally, he opened his eyes. The vomit was gone from his body. The water ran clear. He walked out of the tub . And grab a towel to wrap around his lower half. Water dripped from his hair, running down his chest, over his abs, Damien’s upper body was perfectly carved ,broad shoulders tapered to a lean, strong chest, abs sharp and defined beneath skin marked by old scars that told stories he never tell.

“I’ll be right back. Sit down, please.” I ran to the kitchen, and when I returned with the cups, I stopped in the doorway. Daimon was sitting in the armchair, shirtless, his skin marked by scars, muscles defined, veins bulging on his forearms and neck. His expression was distant, lost in the painting… but his body, even wounded, looked ready for battle—or for something far more dangerous. My legs nearly gave out. He was sin in the flesh. “If you keep looking at me like that, little bunny…” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine. “I won’t mind ruining your nice stitch work.”

My eyes fly open in shock, skirting away to look anywhere but at Maverick’s now exposed body. His glorious, sculpted body with a stellar pack of abs and scars. I sneak another peek when I registers I saw scars. Werewolves rarely scar, especially with the help of herbs and our expedited healing. But I was right. Maverick’s torso is covered in a variety of scars in all shapes and sizes. He has a huge bite mark on his side, a thin pink line from right above his left nipple down to his navel. He looks like he fell into a wood chipper and was pieced back together.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” Elena nodded as she made her way out of the sick bay. Her steps were slow, as she hoped to not see June in the hallway. She successfully got out of the school’s building, not meeting June or anybody she knew. She spotted Daniel waving his hands, leaning on his car. He was wearing a white hoodie with the words ‘the moon is beautiful’ written in italics printed on it. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark jeans, one leg extended showing off the matching sneakers he and Elena were wearing.