Novel & Cerita Dabi Scars Full Body

Curiously, she pulled the box out, to take a better look at it. “I had it specially made for you. It is a treatment for your scars.” Danna Sherrod said with a sweet smile. Racheal felt confused. What was all this? Has the world turned on its head? Danna Sherrod was here, smiling at her, and had gotten her a product for her scars. “It was made by one of the world’s best scientist. The scars should be gone in five days.” Danna Sherrod said. “Why are you doing this? I thought you hated me?” Racheal could not help asking.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

"Damon, there's something you should know," I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? He hesitates for a moment, but then lets out a defeated sigh. "While the pack doctor was treating her for poison, they found something disturbing— scars. A lot of them. And they weren't from battle. They were from abuse." My entire body went incredibly still. I swear the ability to breathe leaves me along with all the air in my lungs.

The scent drives my thinking self even further back into the recesses of my mind, and I pat a few last pillows into place. Hazily, I note that Darragh is stripping, so I roll onto my belly and prop myself up on my elbows to watch. He’s the best possible male for me. His body is the kind of strong that looks tested and tried, tanned and tough, faint scars decorating his skin like random hash marks. A shifter has to be hurt very badly—or very young—to scar. My mate is a warrior.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”

Zebian sighed heavily and pressed his lips before facing his back on her. He sat in a kneeling position while Renai read his movement. The cruel sight had caught her eyes, those torrents of tattered scars gracing his skin. She gulped when she began scrutinising the bruises. Some were new, some were faded patches but all of them were equally spine-chilling. The old scars were lighter than the newer ones but they equally told a story. Every scar had its own different story. The older ones were severely carved on his skin, the rough patches were tattooed on it and they made her wonder when did he get them.

I hear the slow, sharp, deep intake of air, then an exhale before his head slowly rises and his palm lifts off the pillar, he turns around. “I apologize. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable again.” He says in a somewhat woeful tone. The heated look in his eyes is gone, replaced by a remorseful expression. I let out a quiet grunt, my words suddenly failing me. Damian hand lifts, his fingers forks into his sleek, dark locks as they carry the strands of hair that feathered his forehead, revealing a deep, straight scar right above his left brow. I recognise it instantly, it's one of the many scars he got from his unruly battle escapades. Similar scars also marked other parts of his taut skin

Skyla's hand fled to her chest when she had a glimpse of his fully naked upper body. His body was badly bruised and had scars all over it! Skyla exclaimed, "I thought one deep scar might be responsible for all of this…" With that she lifted her eyes to gape at his blood covering the ground before getting back her gaze at his chest and then his abs. She continued in her mind, "But there are scars all over his body! It's impossible for me to conceal all of them! This doesn't look like an animal attack! I don't see any person would have done this much harm to me after all he seems strong enough to face whatever comes his way!" Skyla's eyes got teary and her heart got heavy on seeing the amount