Do You Wanna Know How I Got These Scars 소설 & 이야기

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally. I take a moment to look at my naked body in the full-length mirror. I rubbed my hand over the small scar that stretched across my lower abdomen. It’s been years, and it still hasn’t faded. My body is covered in small cut-like scars and needle pricks that I had received when I was just a small child. My back had the most scars, but once I was old enough, and when my father was out of town, I went into the human town and had them covered up with a very large full-back tattoo portrait. I still have one scar that I refuse to cover since it was a reminder of where I came from and where I will never be again. It is on t

single long slash, like a blade cut. That was one scar I was sure I didn't get from Blayne. I knew I could've gotten it from anyone, but sometimes, I wonder: What if I'd gotten it from the Torturer?

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

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.

I knew my mother was here because I saw Dad, but my grandmother? "Momma! What are you doing here?" "Show me your back!" She ignored my question and pushed my body around so my back would end up facing her, making me face my father and my men who came out of the office. "What the hell is going on?" I asked them while I felt Momma’s fingers running along the skin of my back. "It’s healing, but the scars are not fading…" Momma stated. I tilted my head to look at her and asked, "How did I get those scars?"

"How did you get this? He asked as his eye caught a scar on my tummy. "In secondary school, I emm...got into an accident" I replied out if breath as he kissed the scar on my tummy, bitting it sofly. "I like it" He said as his lips lingered there for sometime. His lips went lower and then between my legs and I gasped. "Do you like it? Should I stop? He said thrusting his tongue deeper inside me.

"I...just didn't think it was something that needed discovering. I didn't think you were...I didn't think you would want to know. Besides, it was so long ago, so..." He suddenly walked to me, then peeled off my shirt, exposing all the scars on my stomach. He went on his knees, his lips parting as he saw them, things that didn't make sense, stuff that were just whimsical drawings burned into my skin... He traced his hands on them, a small gasp escaping his lips. It almost felt he was watching me get them. "Who did these to you?" He asked, his eyes flashing red. I swallowed. It was something I had never talked about before. Something I wished I could forget had it not been for the obvious remi

It was too beautiful of a night to not take a walk, so they did after making out a bit more. Every store had become familiar for the blonde and thinking about how it was because of her frequenting on that street with her partner made her smile. Their story of how they ended up together was funny and cute to think about, and she would love to share it to the world someday if she would ever get the chance. “Where did you get the scars on your face and hands?” Olivia asked as she turned to her. “This scar is caused by my stupidity. I was playing with knives when I was 10 and accidentally slashed myself.” Dakota pointed at the scar under her right eye. Next, she pointed at her slit left eyebrow.

When my mate peeked at me through the gaps between her fingers, her ears turned red. How adorable. "It's almost the same as being naked!" She squealed and I snorted, amused. She turned away and lowered herself onto the bench by the pool. "How did you get that scar?" She asked, pointing at the thick scar on my right thigh. She gazed at me with curious eyes, watching me as I slipped on my bathrobe. "I was seven years old when I got the scar," I began. Her eyes widened, horror flashing in her eyes. "The pain must have been unbearable," she winced.