Do You Want To Know How I Got These Scars นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His tattoos covered almost all his body, yet the tissue of his scars was raised and light, standing out against the artwork on his body. “Tell me about your scars,” I whisper as I stare into his eyes. He looks down at the one I was touching, just below his sternum. “Will you tell me about yourself? An answer for an answer?” his deep voice making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. An answer for an answer, I could do that. I nodded. “That was from a knife fight, in Red River Pack. I was drinking with some buddies when things got out of hand and someone pulled a knife,” he said with a slight smirk. Good memories? Did he miss it? Did he already regret coming back here? I wanted to kno

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

He replied, short and to the point. I hated how my eyes stayed glued to his body when he tugged his shirt off, showing off the rippled sculpture of his muscles. Scars littered his skin, proof of his fight to rise to the top. I wondered how he earned some of them, particularly the scar that spread from his left peck to his hip line in a clean diagonal.

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.

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?"

Today is going- not so great. I went about my day as usual- or rather as I remember. I pampered myself in the warm shower and stayed in there till the water lost its warmth. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I looked at my reflection I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I was simply shaken to the core as I stood in front of the mirror staring at my body. My hand flew to my mouth to prevent myself from crying out loud. I didn’t want to alarm my family. I was very disappointed in myself for not taking the time to notice the dark marks smearing parts of my body-the scars. There was a huge one on my back. It looked like my back was terribly burnt, maybe roasted over fire. It looked very

She looks at June, then at me, all confused. “Look, all I know is, I got this scar or whatever when I was a kid. I fell off a small cliff or something..I don’t know. My parents never told me the whole reason.” “Can I..see?” June asks politely as I show her my scar. She touches my skin softly, and weirdly, my pain starts to fade away. “How did you say you got this..injury?” June questioned. “I may have fallen off a cliff...why?”

I can't be bothered to go into the bathroom to change, so I just face the wall while I take my top off and pants, but I make my mistake early, I forgot about the permanent yellow bruising, the fresh red and purple coloured and old white scars, and the deep knife and bullet wounds covering my back and legs. I feel pairs of eyes searching my body, I turn around and find everyone staring at me. And me being me, I make a joke out of it, but they take it seriously. "Wanna know how I got these scars?" They look at me like I'm a lunatic, worry and concern lace their faces, "yeah, actually we do, they look really bad" Saffron says, obviously looking super worried.

I couldn't remember anything about how I got the scar. “I have no clue where I got that from. It's not that I dealt with anything sharp...” "That's really strange. Did you feel any pain or notice anything unusual yesterday?" Georgia asked. "No, I didn't feel any pain or notice anything out of the ordinary. It's just so weird that I have no memory of getting this scar," I replied, feeling frustrated and worried. “It looks like something like a branch cut you. Were you gardening?” “Branches? No way,” I replied.

I moaned out while sparks and ecstasy danced through my entire body. He didn’t stop drinking from me until we both stopped convulsing. He then pulled away and healed my neck. I tried to stop him, but he did it anyway. It was the closest I would ever have to a mark from him, so I wanted the scars. I wanted people to know exactly who I belonged to.