Deku Arm Scars Novels & Stories

Justine returned my look, and I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm okay with it." He extended his arm, and Dr. Melendez came in closer, placing himself in close proximity to our group and Justine's firearm. He pulled his spectacles up his bulbous nose and looked down at the two crescent moon scars on my right arm. They'd healed well and were no anymore red and swollen, but the scars' whiteness made them easily distinct from my natural tan tone.

We keep each other safe. I touch the scars on his arms and count them. Like the stripes of a tiger, they go all the way up to his shoulders on both arms. Some are deeper than others. They are like braille on his skin. Even a blind man could tell there is a story of pain that burns upon his epidermis. I touch his scars and feel them on his shoulders. These scars are everywhere on his body. Even his mid-section probably has scars everywhere. He has marked himself for life with these man-made scar tattoos.

Luke dropped his eyes, saw the thick bandage covering the entire left side of her chest, gazed at the exposed right side. She was totally flat; nothing of her breast remained at all and Luke assumed it was the same on the other side. The dark scar was thick, far thicker than he’d thought it would be. It started near the center of her body and curved up and under her armpit. It looked like the letter ‘c’ turned over on its back; it looked like an open palm.

He raised his arms to press the release lever on the side of the gun, clearing the open chamber to ensure the weapon was entirely safe. As he lifted his arms, the hem of his dark t-shirt pulled upward. A jagged, pale scar stretched across the left side of his ribs. The thick, uneven tissue stood out starkly against his tanned skin. It was an old injury, completely healed and faded around the edges, but the massive size of the mark proved he had survived a severe trauma. Kade noticed the sudden shift in my attention. He lowered his arms and pulled his shirt down, covering the scar from my view.

His right arm has a scar that I cansee from the back of his shoulder to the top of his hand, almost reaching his middle finger. I was busy skinning my prey when he decided to attack me. He did not know how skilled I was with a blade in my human form and he thus got the scar. It was a silver blade so his wolf couldn’t heal so quickly. I believe he is deformed from that day onwards. He lost the ability to use his right arm properly.

Lacy joins him, and you can tell from her fighting style she is her father's daughter. I hear a scream from behind me. I turn, and I see a scarred-faced elderly woman running toward me with a syringe in her hand. I grab her writs and snap it. Then I feel a burning stab in my back shoulder right in my Alpha mark. I look over my shoulder, and Nox is about to pull out the knife and stab me again. I toss the old woman to the ground and punch Nox square in the nose. He stumbles back, and his eyes are watering. It gives me a chance to pull the knife out of my back. As soon as the blade is out, I can feel it start to heal. Wolves heal quickly, but with my enhanced fae healing, this silver was nothi

“It’s beautiful.” Next, he removed two holsters, laying a gun and a knife on the table. The little dimples at the base of his spine made my core clench. As he bent down to remove his boots and socks, I noticed a plethora of silver scars upon his tanned skin and wondered how he’d gotten them. Dario had scars I’d noticed on his forearms as did Armando and Piero. Did Rei see them as badges of honor? I didn’t want to think about him in harm’s way.

But before she could tell Damien about the scars, he was done with her one arm. "Okay, what do you think about it?" Damien asked as he raised both his hands away from her right arm, where there were two circled scars as big as the size seven of a ring. It has a beautiful image of a bright sunny day and a lady with a summer hut, side glancing. The image wasn't too big. Damien tried to maximize the space on the scar.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.