Deku Arm Scars Novels & Stories

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

I sat closer to Jedrick, not wanting to be left alone in this ungodly place. His face had a long scar that starts from his left eyebrow and ran down to his jaw. He was bald and his entire body was covered with tattoos except for his face. He was so buff. He looked like a real-life hulk, except for the green skin. I gulped with anticipation.

He asked concerned but she only lowered her head and recoiled from him,her hand rubbing at the spot he had touched What was wrong with her arm. Without warning,he grabbed her arm and pulled her long sleeve only for his eyes to be met by horrendous scars and wounds which looked freshly inflicted. His eyes flared wide and instinctively,he grabbed at her other arm,not a single spot was left unscarred, long whip marks stretched all the way, dark spots which looked like a hundred needles had been prickled through smeared across her milky skin. "WHO DID THIS TO YOU!" ××××××××××××××

And with a more than obvious dissimulation, I checked it well, he was without the mask and the scars looked much clearer than the night I saw him putting on the cream. He was a handsome man despite the scars, they were neither grotesque, nor very striking, they were reddish, so they stood out in his slightly broced skin. They were not as large or extensive, but they did cover from his face to more than half of his arm and side. Beyond that, he was a good-looking man, he was tall, athletic and had a butt that felt proportionate.

“ What is this scar? “ Slowly, he grazed his fingers across the scar. Jeane gasped, instantly frigid by his touch. “ How did you get this scar? “ Jeane felt his sudden masculine energy, strong and heavy masking behind her. “ I got scratched by the doorknob, trying to get in. “ She lied. It was actually an injury she recovered from trying to get into the forest bunker on one occasion of fleeing from loan sharks. “ What kind of doorknob would scar you this way? “ As he touched her scar, his touch got heavier. Jeane just hoped that he hadn't discovered that she told a lie. “ Why did it heal into a burnt mark? “ “ That is how my skin works, one of the negative traits I inherited from my father.

★★★★★ 4PM* The members had gotten back from Rome unharmed but Scar was an exception. Her arms was still untreated since they didn't take any aid kit with them. "OMG, scar.....Your arm!" Lila exclaimed immediately she set her eyes on her. "It nothing Lila, it just a bullet!" Scar let out a smile. "Let go to the suite. I'll help you treat it!" She offered and scar nodded. "Thanks baby!" Scar smiled hanging her arm around Lila's neck.

The sickness had ravaged their community, and it seemed as though no one was immune to its relentless grip. Caden and Lily entered the den, their faces etched with worry as they navigated the dimly lit space. They paused beside the bedside of Akira, a venerable elder of their pack, whose once vibrant spirit now seemed dimmed. Akira's fur, usually a magnificent blend of earthy browns, was now dull and matted. His sunken eyes met theirs, filled with a profound sadness that spoke volumes. “I’m sorry, Caden,” Akira whispered, his voice barely escaping his throat, strained and hoarse. “I wish I could have done more to shield the pack from this fate.”

It’s completely healed. “Stop looking at your arm.” Desmond’s eyes are closed too, so how did he know I was looking at my arm? I guess he’s awake too. I hold my arm up. “It’s gone.” Desmond and Puma sit up quickly to get a better look at my arm. They’re both clearly shocked. “This is incredible.” Puma’s jaw hangs open as he stares at my arm. “It did heal fast,” I say. “Wounds made with silver never fully heal.” Desmond looks between my arm and face, his eyes wide with amazement. “My dad has a scar on his leg from one hundred and fifty years ago.”

There was one boy in particular that kept looking nervously her way. I walked to him. He was a scrawny looking kid, dark shaggy hair with brown eyes. Freckles covered his face and a scar that ran from his chin to his chest. Kneeling in front of him, “Where did you get that scar?” He looked shocked by my question for a minute before answering, “training.” “The only scars that stay on a body are those that are made by an alpha. Everything else fades.” I stated the fact. “Yes, sir. You are correct.” That made my blood boil.

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"