Deku Arm Scars Novels & Stories

The voice to tell me that I should be mad to them because they hid my son's real condition. I found out that Nico has a Cholinergic urticaria or a heat bumps. If he gets sweaty or in a heat temperature he will feel itchy. And my siblings knows that and they didn't tell me because I might get paranoid and put Nico always in aircon, well that's kind of a fact. I'm a mother and I just want what's best for my child.

’ She says back. As I continue to roam his shoulders, chest, and arms, I notice lots of scars. Long and thick, short and thin and every combination in between. His chest is chiseled, bare of any hair and golden brown, matching the tan on the rest of his skin. I gasp when I see the marks on his abdomen, circling around to his waist. “Claw marks.” I say out loud, not to anyone but myself. They are deep and red. The details of the lines left behind tell a story of an excruciating battle.

Above him was the bulb brightening so well that he could clearly see and without saying a word to himself again and wondering why the moon had not risen yet, he stood out of the bed, angrily groaning and hitting his folded hands on the walls of the room which gave him injury on his knuckles. Derek has a very muscular physique, he is neatly carved with muscle veins protruding underneath his fair skin, he had black falling hair that stopped just an inch down his neck to his spine and on his chest, he had some scars. Fresh scars from his injured knuckles with crimson liquid dripping out slowly, his wounds were not healing and that suddenly became a burden to him. He could die of loss of blood i

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Arkyn clenched his jaw showing Njar that didn't approve of this but was going through it for Alice’s sake. “Are you sure about this Lass?” Njar said poking the fire a little more, the question was soft as he spoke. “I can not go on with this on my arm. What it means, everytime i see it. No. It needs to be gone. How am I supposed to be Luna with this on my arm?” Alice said, holding her arm out towards Njar as her words went from angry to firm . “You know, scars and the past make us who we are.” Njar said quietly not like he was undermining what she said but wanting to offer his piece of advice.

Lucas’s eyes followed her hand. “Does it still hurt you?” Arabella kept her hand on the one inch wide, five inch long scar. It did not twist or pucker up like most scars did. She could only imagine it was because of the magic that was used. Still, it was an ugly mark that would never go away, a harsh reminder of her foolishness. “No, baby. Sometimes it twinges, but that is about all.” Lucas smiled at his mom and kissed her cheek. “You are the most beautifulest mom ever, the scar just makes you dangerous looking>” Now Lucas broke out in a boyish grin, giggles erupting from his throat.

"I'm mateless, Celeste." "What do you mean?" He sets his drink down, scooting off the bean bag and pushing himself closer to me. He turns his back to me, grabbing his lengthy hair and moving it away from the back of his neck. There, beneath his hairline, is a circle of scarred flesh. As he flexes his neck I could've sworn it had a goldish hue to it. There's raised flesh within the circled scar, slightly pale in color. Two inward curved lines reflect back on each other on opposite sides of the scar. Additionally, a small line lays between the reflection, outward dashes of opposite direction on either end. A slanted slash goes through the middle of the line. It looks wrong on his body, the mar

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

I noticed that Marve had both of his sleeves rolled and that showed the scar on his right arm. A thick uneven scar about 3 to 4 inches long ran all the way from below his elbow to his wrist, I could tell that it was an old injury. “What memory does that scar hold?” I asked inquisitively. Marve took a long look at the scar on his right arm as though it suddenly reminded him of a painful memory.

I questioned. "I was feeling pretty smug about it until Axel spoke." Keiran pushed himself up onto his elbows and then reached up to show me a spot on his upper arm. Leaning forward, I studied the spot carefully. There was a faint mark on his skin from a wound that healed long ago. "The bloodsucker jerked away and took off without a backward glance." I pressed my fingertips to the scar and smiled. It was something I never noticed before, but then again, the scar was barely visible.