Dabi Scars Full Body Novels & Stories

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.

In the end, Damien gave in, utterly defeated. He decided to personally cleanse my body, the last act he could perform for me as my Vow-mate. In the small cottage, as he tremblingly undid the first button of my dress, Damien froze. My body was covered in a tapestry of old and new wounds. There were burns from hunter attacks, silvery scars that told the story of countless ambushes orchestrated by Isabella. There were scars from the vervain poisoning, deep purple marks snaking across my ribs like serpents.

Darren. I couldn't look away. His body was a sculpture - muscles smooth and hard, lines so perfect they seemed carved by a cruel hand. Scars slashed across his back, faint but jagged, like cracks in marble. They whispered of time, of a life chewed up and spat out in the human world. I'd seen Lucas bare, his lean frame a comfort I'd memorized, but this - this was different. Dangerous. Yesterday, in his leather jacket, I'd guessed at the power beneath. Now, shirtless and real, he stole the air from my lungs.

The beta youths surrounding Wade and Danielle howled in their usual fawning manner. “I want to go first!” Danielle growled, shape shifting fast. Scar sighed, steeling himself. This was the hard part where they tried to add more scars to the ones which had already taken over all of his body. Slowly and steadily over space of sixteen years they had covered every inch of skin on his body with claw marks like a tattoo. It had started with Wade’s elder brother Roc who was more of his age-mate, but when Roc and his friends outgrew it, Wade and his lackey had taken over.

Mia felt like she couldn't breathe and at the same time, she felt flooded with too much breath in her lungs. Dalian was naked, his well-ripped and tanned body in full view, and Mia drank him in, her eyes raking over his body. This was the first time she had seen his back, and she could it was littered with tiny scars, some white and long, some a bit red and tiny. He bent to get his boxers on and her eyes dropped to his round, firm ass, and she could see his ball sac. She bit her bottom lip, her hand going with its own mind to touch herself from her clothes.