Dabi Scars Full Body Novels & Stories

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.

Elena screamed, lunging forward. Damien twisted midair, firing at the limb pulling him down. The bullets bounced off its dark scales, and his grip almost slipped.” Grayson caught his wrist at the last second. “Hold on!” Damien’s face contorted with pain. “It’s stronger than me.” Enoch staggered forward, his eyes blazing. “It's not stronger than me.” He fired a burst of heat that cut through the dark. The beast screamed and pulled back, giving Damien a chance to run across.

Hot showers are so relaxing. Holding my towel loosely at my hips, I stood in front of my mirror and examined my broken body. My wet hair, long and knotted, hung down just past my shoulders, so black it looked to have a purple hue to it. My pale clammy skin was spotted with new pinkish purple bruises and old yellowing bruises. Some are the size of a small coin, others inches across. My gold lifeless eyes sat above dark purple circles, with bushy dark brows that spread all the way out to my temples. My small and perky breasts hung slightly to the sides. My thin waist and stomach accentuated my ribcage, with my hip and collar bones protruding out. The pale skin was splattered with dark pink sca

Devin came to Scott. He had been crying for so long that his tears had run dry, leaving his eyes red and swollen. As he stumbled toward the door, a sudden blast of cold wind made him shudder. I followed him back to Scott's house next door and saw Scott sitting numbly on the couch, as if he had been drained of life. When he saw Devin approach, he stared for a long time before saying in a cold voice, "It's time we settle some scores."

And here was Danzel Parker, staring directly at my dirty past on full display. Scars. Yes, there were scars on my body. Some were small, scattered here and there, but there was a specific, deep one running from just below my left breast, across my stomach, and ending at my right hip bone. It was deep, nasty, and heavily stitched. My hands instinctively moved to cover my stomach, but Danzel caught my wrists. "Angelina, tell me what happened," he demanded, his gaze shifting between my eyes and the jagged scar.

he touched all the scars he could see on her body. He untied the knot on her bathrobe and slipped it off her shoulders. For the first time, she wasn’t afraid to show her body — the scars of her past. It was ridiculous on how many scars on a body could hold. She had claw scars, long straight line surgery-incision kind of scars, burnt scars, and even bullet wound scars. Each was speaking volume of her past. He wanted to see all the scars that her body carried. He wanted to remember each one. He wanted to tell himself that everything about her was worth every battle. Nothing about her scared him. Not even her demon wolf.

working. I tried to resist but he started showing an unnatural amount of strength. Holding one of my paws messed up by balance, after all, I still wasn't used to this body. When he had a full grip on it, he pushed me to my surprise. I toppled over and lay flat on my back. It was going to be a struggle to get back on all fours again. Blade eventually gets up on both of his feet. He takes off his torn shirt which still has the claw marks on it. His chest is lean and defined with plump biceps and hard abs. The scratches I gave him earlier rested above his abs and they seemed to be healing themselves. As I struggled to get up, Blade came towards me and it seemed that with every step, his scars s

Your wish is my command, ma'am," he gave me a naughty grin, taking off his shirt and singlet in one swift movement. Standing before me was a fantasy that came to life. Damien was a magnificent naked god, a beautiful man radiating primal strength with his thick, muscled body. My breath hitched when I spotted scars below his chest. They ran down his torso in jagged lines. Although they were healing, I couldn't help but worry. "It's nothing," he assured me. I nodded and tugged at the zipper of his pants. They slithered on the floor and I craved to claim him in my mouth.

I can't believe how gorgeous David is. He has bruises, scars, and marks all over his body, which adds to his hotness. I'm not complaining. David sits across from me, and his feet touch mine underneath the bubbles. I'm tempted to dunk my head under the water when his smile is aimed in my direction. Shit. I'm wet and sticky and wet all over, and not from the water I've been sitting in for the last couple of minutes. David is watching me, bubbles clinging to his hardened nipples, and the water doesn't quite reach up to his massive shoulders. I love his traps—despite the yellow and purple bruise he got there, he still looks like a sex god. So smooth and defined.