Dabi Without His Scars Novels & Stories

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.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

“Goodnight...” Kiara assessed him from head to toe, not missing the Band-Aids that were on his face. They were on Damion too. “D-Did you two really get hurt?” She tried getting up again, but realized that the alpha’s arms shackled her. “Not me, it’s him who got hurt the most.” Damion grabbed Gabe’s shirt, lifting it to showcase the bandages wrapped around his stomach. “Look...” Kiara’s futile attempts to get up, turned into desperate ones. She gripped Zique’s arm, tearing it from around her waist before shuffling out of his lap.

He knows she have a bright future ahead of her . A guy in the class ,Dylan is kind of blind .His sight is not clear but he can see at times tho it blurry most times . He plays piano and is really good at it .he is one of the best student in the class .He hardly talks but he do get along with his classmates . He is tall ,Fair in complexion and has a blue eye which girls couldn’t help but drool at .He have a dirty blonde hair and pink lips. In short ,He is handsome ,Really handsome .When rissa walked in with the teacher the day she came ,He noticed his eyes got cleared for a moment and he was able to see her face for 5 seconds and his sight got blurry later on .

“I didn’t mean for you to get hurt like that.” “Psh, don’t worry about it, Dani,” he says, and kisses my forehead again, before he pulls his t-shirt up over his head and shows me all the scrapes and cuts he’s got all over his perfectly sculpted abdomen. My eyes quickly dart to the trail of dark hair that makes my mouth water as I follow it down to his pants.. I snap out of it and look up towards his cuts, and I reach out to dab over them with the smelling liquid, but he grabs my wrist and smiles at me. “Those will heal on their own. I actually like them. If they scar, they’ll remind me of the first and only time my fire tackled me.”

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Tight—sharp and perfect like they were shaped by someone who knew exactly what temptation was. His short dark hair was damp and messy from the shower, and the way the water trickled down his torso made my mouth go dry. Dammit. I wanted more of him. Again—right now. He didn’t wear the mask anymore. I could see his full face now—the scars that marked his left side, and the perfection of the right. But to me? They weren’t even that bad. Not when he looked like this. Not when I could finally see all of him. I loved his scars just as much as I loved everything else.

he dabbed a damp cotton swab over the cut, "Or else it'll scar," I raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at the scar he still had on his arm from when he was injured before. He had been so stubborn back then, not wanting to accept my help at all."That's rich coming from the guy who picked me up from school with half his arm bleeding! You didn't even want me to treat it." "Yeah," Daemon huffed in slight amusement, wrapping a bandage around it. "But it's different when it's you," he said, kissing the tip of my knee when he was done.

And so, I stood before Damian, adorned only in my underwear, bearing the visible scars that covered my body, serving as a perverse fascination for him. He fixated on one particular scar, a long, jagged mark that extended across my back. "Did this scar cause you pain? Did it make you scream?" he taunted, relishing in his sadistic desires. "Oh, how I wish I had witnessed my father inflicting this upon you." I stood in defiant silence, refusing to respond to his taunts. He eventually turned away, making his way back to the torture table. As he walked, he muttered under his breath, acknowledging that the whip might not deliver the desired lesson but insisting on using it nonetheless.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”