Novel & Cerita Do You Wanna Know How I Got These Scars

" I can share my routine with you, it will probably work for you. Your physic is not so... I'm just realizing it, you have so much freckles. Right here .. and here, even on your chest, and your skin is so smooth, do you do skincare?" I blush furiously and thwart his hand from my chest, he's behaving like I'm a new specimen. "These marks are..." Holy shit! I wrap the towel around my shoulders consciously, the scars have not completely faded. I don't even think they ever will, Pierce is so obsessed with inflicting new ones. "I got bitten by a dog..." Why is this the only fucking lie that I can come up with? How creative, Kai! "Damn, it must have been an aggressive one..."

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

I started shaking my head and he pulled me down just a little bit closer. “I love every inch of you and these scars are a part of you” he stated “so I love them because they helped make you you” he started smiling up at me and I let out a small sigh. His hand slowly traces over my scar once again “how’d you get it” he whispers and I suck in my cheeks before taking a deep breath and his hand on the back of my head slowly lets go. “I got it from my mom” I whispered and I ignored the creak of the door behind us as he looked up at me confused.

"You, on the other hand, had me worried sick." "What do you mean?" I frowned, glancing down and froze. Scars. There were faint, silvery marks trailing along my arm, shoulder, and wrist, thin but clearly visible. My breath hitched as I ran my fingers over them. "Lily..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "What.. how did I get these?"

I follow her gaze and a gasp almost left my mouth. There are scars.. little, little scars all over her arms. She showed me her legs too, there are scars on her legs. "Goodness! How did you get these?" I asked. She quickly covers them and clears her throat. "They're ugly, right! Sorry, if I scared you" I shake my head. "No, no! You didn't scare me, I just wanna know how you get these scars!" I wait for her to speak but she didn't. She look between Joyce and Miss Damien, as if they're gonna mock her or something.

She then closed her eyes quickly. "Kailani, I know you're awake," I said. "Please...just let me go," she whispered. "I won't cause any more trouble. I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again." "No! We can't let her go!" Theo exclaimed. Ignoring Theo, I asked, "How did you get those scars?" The marks on her arm wasn't there a day ago. She hesitated but eventually gave me an answer. "I got them while hunting. It's nothing serious."

he shrugged. “I’m asking now.” “You told me that you wouldn’t ask me about my scars. That I can tell you if and when I see fit,” he looked at me, and my stomach tightened into a little ball. He pulled my hand to the little circular scars on his forearm. You could hardly see them, but I felt them, just like I did yesterday. “These are the reason. Every little scar on my body that will never heal or disappear; I got all of them from him.”

And then she lifted herself, tiptoeing as much as she could and I bent over to aid her wondering what she wanted to do. She held my face in her hand, thumb stroking over my jaw and then my scar, "How did you get it?" She inquired. "I did it myself." For a lot of reasons. "Care to share why?" Her eyes were sad when she looked at me and I wondered what she would think seeing the scars on my back, they weren't self inflicted but the ones on my laps were. Sadly enough, I used self harm as a means of escape and I never wanted her to see me bare because of my marks.

Ann struggled to pull his hand from her neck. “ let me go you bastard” Ann whispered getting short of breath. “ Or what?” He smirked. “ What can you......?” he started but Ann scratch his face so hard, he loosened his grip, as one unfortunate finger entered her mouth and she bit it so hard she tasted blood. “ what the hell!” he groaned as ann pushed him away and gave him the hardest kick in the groin she could muster up. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. Ann was unsure where to go, but knew she had to leave as quickly as possible. So she ran until she jolted into someone.