Novel & Cerita Deku Arm Scars

Flashback Aurora froze in the spot when she noticed his scarred body, she had gotten a glimpse of his body a few times but never this clearer, his back was covered with several deep cuts, chest was filled with slash marks while his shoulders and neck had light cuts over them. His arm was covered with tattoo, only one arm of his didn't have the same ugly scars as rest of his body.

It was probably the most noticeable thing about him—aside from his presence and his physique—but I’d never actually asked about it. “Ah,” Derek said, leaning back in his chair casually. “It’s white there because of a scar.” At that, he leaned forward and pressed his hair flat against his head. There, starting just at the hairline, was the edge of a gnarly scar—thick and fibrous. “Whoa,” Aiden breathed, leaning in for a better look. “How’d you get it?” Derek let his hair fall back into place, then settled in his seat again. “Rogues attacked me when I was twelve.”

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

"You swept me away with some mighty force I couldn't withstand and then the scar, she said with her eyes popped out not letting go of her hand. "The scar? "Yes. right there on your arm... Special checked her arm and it was there. she was so surprised, how come she never knew about it. She stared at Abel then the arm to be sure she wasn't imaginary things. she should have noticed right? Heavens! it was on her right arm and there seems to be bare. She swallowed and stared at Abel confused. "What's wrong with me having a scar? "Alot is wrong with you having a scar, she snarled. especially having that x symbol.

His skin was perfectly unmarred, and it shocked her to no end. Fane flashed a bitter smile. It was not that he had never gotten injured, but because he was very skillful in the medical area that his scars had gone a long time ago. However, he raised his right arm anyway. “See? There’s a scar here!” Indeed, there was a scar the size of a thumb on his underarm. “Why–why does this scar look so strange?” Selena was shocked after she saw that. That was because she noticed that the scar on his arm actually looked like an odd-shaped puzzle—as if it was an imprint of a fish scale that had dropped off.

“Rue, do not make fun of me.” “I am not making fun of you,” I said. “I am reminding you that you are still handsome even when you look awkward.” Percy looked away. His fingers moved close to the scars on his arm. I reached for his hand before he could hide them. “Do not look at them like that,” I said. He became quiet. “They are not pleasant to look at.” “They are part of you,” I said. “Some came from old injuries. Some came from the blood pact backlash. Some came because you suffered too much alone. I hate that you were hurt, but I do not hate your scars.”

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Her flabbergasted face said it all. “The black wolf stood no chance dear. I was prepared. See these marks?” she spoke with loud accent, pushing the sleeve off her right arm and revealing why it was the only sleeve she wore. To call it a scar would be an understatement. The skin was missing around that crescent shaped mark.

he retorted, a hint of confusion tainting his voice. "Well, typically, scars that have been present for over a decade tend to gradually fade due to metabolic processes," Gwyneth replied, recalling the scar she had observed at the hospital. She was certain she hadn't misjudged it. Elizabeth's scar couldn't be more than a few years old at most. Furthermore, burns and scalds affected muscles differently, with scalds generally healing faster.

Even after having the shit kicked out of me on the street when I was young, I still had enough wind left to throw curses at the ones raining down the blows. “You’re just trying to save your biscuits by buttering me up. Or you just want to get what you want, which is my signature on a marriage document.” Her eyes land on my right arm. I realize that it’s hanging down at my side. Both my arms are. As soon as we were out of the basement, I shed my jacket and rolled up my sleeves because I was hot and the pizza was greasy. This means my ruined forearm with all the scars, the funny ridges, and irregular bumps where the bones healed entirely fucking wrong is on full display. I quickly stuff my arm