Dabi Without His Scars Novels & Stories

It was the first time she was seeing me shirtless and she was lost of all word because all she did was stare. “The scars..they look attractive.” She mumbled. I wasn’t perfect but I loved that the scars made me even more attractive in her eyes. I had faint scars scattered across my chest and arms and the Donia mark was there too. They were battles scars that told the story of wars that I have conquered. The scars left behind the definition of strength, bravery and pride. Mia traced her fingers over every curve as tears shimmered in her eyes and then she kissed me passionately. Soon her fingers found their way to the zipper of my jeans and she tugged it openly and swiftly before kissing her wa

“The men are talking.” I faced him. He was taller up close. Broader. The scars on his arms weren’t from fights. They were from rituals. From things he’d cut into himself to hold power. “You don’t want her,” I said. “You want what’s in her.” “I want both,” Darius said. “But I’ll settle for the power. The girl’s a bonus. Pretty. Tragic. I like tragic.” I hit him. No warning. No words. Just my fist, driving for his jaw.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

In its place, was a man! He was sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Every inch of his ripped muscles was exposed to the soft blue light of the cavern, and every inch was perfectly captivating and impossibly human. The familiar scars from his wounds remained, pink lines across otherwise flawless skin, he once told me where all gotten from war. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead. His lips were slightly parted. He was human again, Damon lay absolutely, completely naked, but human!

Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom. "I'm watching a film, Tabs, sorry, I'll turn it down." I call out, switching my TV on to support my lie, but my eyes are on Abaddon, more specifically on his back. The rough feeling suddenly makes sense now I can see the angry scar tissue that covers his skin. "Whatever, just don't get pregnant and if Mum and Dad find out, I didn't know a thing." She stomps back to her room and her music gets louder.

My eyes and hair are some of my insecurities, which I inherited from my trash father. My mom is so beautiful, she wears beautiful black hair and dark eyes, which Silas inherited. My mother and brother are both dead. It still stings inside my chest, but I was trying to forget all the painful memory this past few years but every time I tries, memories will flash in my head, repeatedly hunting me.

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.

Gerzi lays out in the shade sleeping while Grayson makes mulch of his roots. He's made himself busy, the golden sun glowing on his caramel skin that gleams from sweat. While lines scar his back and upper shoulders, most overlapping each other. Old battle scars from wars or fights. I don't think he's the type to enter a scuffle over a woman. He had tossed Daina aside with ease after claiming me as his own. And that was only after one encounter.

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.

Deep's voice wavered slightly as he broached the subject, his vulnerability laid bare. Gia's eyes softened as she took a seat beside him, reaching out to gently grasp his hand. "Deep, you are just as handsome as ever. Your scars don't define you. They tell a story of resilience and strength. You've been through so much, and you wear those scars as a testament to your bravery and survival. "Deep absorbed her words, feeling a glimmer of comfort wash over him. Her unwavering support offered a sense of solace in the midst of his insecurities. "What about everyone else, Gia? Will they see me differently because of these scars?" Deep's voice conveyed his lingering apprehension.