Do You Wanna Know How I Got These Scars Mga Nobela at Kwento

He stilled. I traced my hands down his back slowly, feeling every crevice on his skin. My fingers hit a bump and I stopped, tracing my fingers on that particular scar. "Where did you get this from?" "Uhm, I got it from training while I was younger," I raised my brow in confusion. "How possible is that? You shouldn't be getting such scars from just training. This looks like you were beaten severely by a whip," Xavier extracted my hand from his back and turned to face me. He smiled drily and held my hand in his, playing with my fingers and somehow focusing his gaze on my hand.

, 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.

It felt so much better than anything I had ever imagined. “Where did you get this scar?” he rubbed at the scar at the base of my thumb. I blink, I had forgotten about the scar until his question. “Last two summers, I was in the water, and i got spooked by someone, he came out from underneath me and i never saw him go in, and i slipped and hit my hand against a rock. There was so much blood for this little injury.”

I stammered. She stood up and walked out of the room, returning with a mirror in hand. I stared at the huge scar on my face, tracing its jagged edges with my fingertips. It was a familiar shape, yet somehow foreign. I tried to recall the story behind it, but my mind was blank. “How did I get this scar?” I wondered, “Was it a childhood accident, a fight, or a careless mistake?” The more I stared, the more elusive the memory became. It's as if my brain is hiding the truth, leaving me with only questions.

His intense gaze locked onto mine, and I could feel the weight of his question as he asked me. "How did you get those scars?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. My heart skipped a beat as memories flooded back, memories that I had long tried to bury.

I eye her suspiciously at her sudden formality, and I wonder if Liam is inside. “Well...” She falters. “You look beautiful, by the way.” I blurt out and realize that I have been looking up and down her body with a smirk. Her cheeks turn bright red, and she breaks eye contact. “Thank you,” she whispers. “But I have scars.” “I know, and they look new, but scars tell stories.” I stare at them, and I wince, while thinking about how she might have had a traumatic experience during our day and night at Carkeek Park. “And I’m curious to know how you got them.” I continue.

she stopped, clearing her throat so her voice wouldn't sound so high pitched but the heat still crawled up her neck, "how did you get that scar?" I knew which scar she was referring to, the one going across my lips. Very few had the balls to ask about it. Most stared until the scar morphed into something more hideous, something entirely scary that had them shuddering with fear. I shrugged a shoulder and stepped back to draw in a breath, "A piece of shrapnel had gotten embedded there. I mean, it could have been worse. It could have been my eye or my jugular, but it was just my lips."

“I got this three years ago when the kitchen door slammed into my hand. I raised my elbow revealing another scar. food festival; A guy tried to snatch my purse and I refused to let go of the strap. These are the resulting burns. Do you get my point? Everyone has scars, you do. Your mum does, Wynona, Cartwright…” “You’ve noticed my scars?” He asked with a small smile and I blushed and looked down again, pulling my sleeves down my arm. I had noticed some the first time we had been together, and found the rest the other times his clothes showed them or while we were lounging in bed “I’m very observant.” His eyes watched me, making me nervous. I wish I had not turned into a blabbermouth. I usual

She teased. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” “I’ll think about it.” “When did you get your piercings?” “When I was 19. You have to admit that they make my wolf look badass.” “I can’t argue with that.” “Since we’re clearly in the process of asking stuff about each other, I might as well ask how you got that scar on your back.” “I was wondering when you were going to ask because you stare at it a lot.” “I mean, it’s pretty hard to ignore when it’s right there.”

Reaching down, I placed my hand on her thigh and squeezed her leg. “I’m pretty boring,” Cora muttered. “So am I.” She laughed. “I doubt that.” “What do you want to know about me?” I asked her. Blowing out a breath, she placed her hand on top of mine and traced the white scars covering my knuckles. I instantly knew what she was going to ask me. “How did you get these scars?” A smile tugged at my lips as memories flooded my mind. Some of them I was fond of and other memories I would rather forget.