Delicate C Section Scar Tattoo Novels & Stories

Avery did tell him that she was suffering from heart cancer. And as for the last scar...Cillian's eyes trailed down her body until they settled on the one just below her breasts, on her stomach. It was obvious that it was the work of a knife and judging by the length and clean cut, it wasn't an injury. It looked more like an operational scar. To be precise, a C-section. The realization dawned on him like a bucket of cold water. Was this...? He didn't finish his thought. Bellatrix, realizing where his gaze was directed, reacted almost instantly.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”

she said warmly. “I do.” I had already torn out the packaging even before she had responded, and in all honesty, I really liked the gift. It was a bracelet, a pretty black little thing that would go with anything I decided to pair it with. “Thank you so much Sabrina. I love it.” “Of course, I was the one who got it, right?” Sabrina had a proud smile on her face. We relaxed at that moment for a couple more seconds before she added. “ So, any luck?”

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.

She said confusing us further "We are getting tattoos. We all have physical scars on our body. Violet, you have the scar you got as a kid, just above your breast. Cara, the scar you refused to talk about on your stomach. Fiona, I remember a prominent scar between your breasts. We are going to cover it up" She explained I was marvelled by the amount of thinking she has put into this "With what inscription?" Violet asked "I'm thinking something feministic, something about ourselves" Danielle said "Love" Cara said

She would like to see this jealous side of her husband forever and be punished for this. ................. Oryx opens her eyes after feeling a sensation in her lower abdomen. Glancing down, she finds Marquis embracing her belly and his finger is trailing the pattern of the tattoo that she forgot to conceal. " Marquis?!" She whispers, " This is the mark of your C-section, isn't it?" He turns to her, for a response. She just nods, not going to hide. " I am sorry!" He whispers, kissing on the tattoo. " You must've gone through a lot. I wish I could go back to the time and make everything alright!"

I scrambled the rest of the way down and knelt beside him. His eyes fluttered open as I turned him on his side, checking his wounds. And that’s when I saw it. The scar. A crooked line just below his collarbone. It wasn’t the scar that chilled me. It was the tattoo inked over it: a faded anchor and the letters KD—Kian Davenport. No one should’ve had that mark but me. I pulled his shirt down further. My breath caught in my throat. The same birthmark. Same shape. Same place.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

I teased, kissing across her c section scar. To some, it may be called a blemish or unsightly, but to me, it makes her fucking gorgeous. This scar is there to show what she went through to give us our daughters. “Forrest…” Riko blushed, trying to sound like she was scolding me, but it came out as a moan as I plunged two fingers into her. “No need to deny it. It’s in your genetics.” I teased, kissing at her thighs as I brought her legs over my shoulders.