Dabi Scars Full Body Novels & Stories

I hear Grayson call out behind me. I turn around -Holy fuck. Standing beside Grayson is this petite goddess. Waves of auburn hair cascade down onto her creamy skin. Big green eyes pop in contrast to her scattered freckles. I take her all in. Her defined arms and snatched little body are on display in a black shimmery bodycon dress that hits mid-thigh. I see a small scar cutting through her eyebrow, which intrigues me more. Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad.

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

It’s a nice smell but when I used to choose my own scents, I always went for more fruity scents, like berries. While he’s busy with my hair, I pour some body wash into the washcloth and begin rubbing it over my body. I’m careful as I go over my wrists. It was a favorite spot of the prince’s and they feel scarred over on the top but still sensitive underneath. I move up my arms and over my shoulders feeling the bumps of scarred-over puncture wounds. I must look repulsive to Liam. My body is a disfigured mess. I can’t help the tears that begin to fall. What if Alessia can never heal these and I look like this for the rest of my life. What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that mo

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.

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.

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

After forty-five minutes, I felt completely good and stepped out of the water, feeling refreshed and clean. Dixie then used a long white towel to dry my hair and body. Madam Gabby stepped forward and spun me around to face her, her gazes widening in surprise. She turned my back to face her clearly, "Where did you get the scar from?" she asked, her gaze glued to my back.

"You feel like you're floating, watching your body shake and cry on the floor... until they cut out half of your stomach." I looked at his suddenly pale face and asked in a soft voice, "How do you think I know all this so well?"