Dabi Scars Full Body Novels & Stories

Her gasp echoed through the silence of the room as she beheld the gruesome scars etched across her chest, disappearing beneath the shadows of her nightgown. Amani's trembling hands moved instinctively, hastily discarding the nightgown to reveal her scar-ridden body in all its disfigured glory. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as she stared at her own reflection in horror. Her chest and torso bore a multitude of intersecting scars, a painful reminder of the brutal attack she had endured.

The fabric joined Damian's on the floor. They stood there, bare-chested, the city lights painting their skin gold and silver. Sebastian's left shoulder was still marked—the pink scar from the bullet graze, the newer marks from the cheap shot in the game. Damian's body was a map of older wounds—the ribs his father had broken, the burns, the cuts. "You're beautiful," Sebastian said. "I'm scarred." "You're beautiful." Sebastian kissed Damian's shoulder. The scar there—a cigarette burn, small and round. He kissed it like he was trying to erase it. Then he kissed Damian's chest, his stomach, the line of hair below his navel.

“Who knows? Maybe this stupid girl is dabbling in sorcery!” “Umbriel, you know if your claims turn out false, you’ll face punishment too, right?” Abraham said as he lifted a goblet and drank. That’s when I noticed it. His body, barely hidden beneath his robes, was traced with dark patterns. I could have said a tattoo but it doesn't look like it. As he moved, stepping down from the dais, the torchlight caught them. Scars. Every line of his flesh carved and burned, filled with something black that shimmered like ash pressed into old wounds. My stomach tightened, those weren’t tattoos, they were marks of burn.

“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.

"It's nice to meet you too, but just a small correction, we aren't mates...we're just companions for now." "Ohhh...my bad." "It's fine." 'So this is his beta?' Linessa thought, rumoured as a Demon by the Devil's (Zhamar's) side. He didn't seem like much of a demon right now. From what she could see in the darkness of the evening he looked pretty innocent with his blonde hair and blue eyes. But she could see his thick, bulky muscles and as the sleeve of his shirt shifted while he drove, she could see the jagged scar that tore from his wrist to his elbow. It was a brutal map of a past battle, a reminder that his bulky frame wasn't just for show.

Draven looked surprised, a grave expression on his face "I wouldn't be surprised. Did you notice how she was quick to correct me when I mistook Luna Ashena for her mother? It didn't seem like she had a good relationship with her." "It's no wonder she's so frail and weak" Dariussborted. These scars on her back were numerous; of different sizes. It was like they bore the haunting image of her past abuse. Lines of faded scars crisscrossed her flesh like a map of torment, each scar, a stark reminder of the cruelty she had ensured. 'Dante. Where are you?' Using my mind link, I contacted Dante, and in seconds, he was standing before us. I hand him the contract.

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

You're going to the city with the driver and another car. Dalia scrunched her face and also turned to leave. -- Agnes was pale. She can feel his hot body against hers as she leans on him. His body was lean and hard. With sturdy muscles and refined abs. She knew, without even striping him. Because, well, she saw them before. But no matter how conditioned his body was and how well proportion it was, it sticking close to her made her skin crawl for a good reason; She hasn’t forgotten about what happened a month ago.

Leaning forward more he kisses the top of my head and steps back giving the doc enough room to do her job. She pulls the sheet down exposing my black sports bar and narly looking scar on my left side between my hip and breast bone. “You’ll need another IV drip just to make sure your body has enough to help you heal, no solid foods for the next twenty-four hours and please Dona, stay in bed”

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.