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

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.”

What did it even matter? I stared at the scars on my back in the mirror for many minutes after I got out of the shower, scars that had been inflicted on me by my mate and his father, scars that’d stay there forever. I’ll never be able to wear any dress that reveals my back because of those scars. I traced the thickest of them with my index finger, starting from my waist all the way to my middle back. My fingers couldn’t get all the way so I stopped and sighed. Zayden did that to me.

Once again, he glanced at me, but I did not stop him, which encouraged him to move on. After unbuttoning my shirt fully he was shocked to see them. He looked at them weirdly. Rather than looking at my boobs, he was looking at some scars near my stomach. He touched them and asked very concerned, "When did that happen?" At first, I thought he was disgusted about my scars but when he slowly and lightly touched my scars as they would cause me pain, I closed my eyes and said, "It was from the battle I have fought."

“Firstly, yes, I trust you. Secondly, the pictures are missing your birthmark and your scar.” I blinked in surprise. I didn’t even think about that. All I knew was that I didn’t pose for naked pictures so I knew they weren’t mine, but my birthmark and scar… I raised my top slightly and looked at the small scar that had been on the side of my stomach since I was a kid. I had been playing and I fell, hitting my side against a hard sharp surface. I’d lost so much blood I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t. The scar I’d gotten from the injury had been very huge but over the years, it decreased in size. I even thought it was gone. It was very faint but it was still there. I never told Jacks

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've had enough of those in the past. "Anyway, I'd want to ask you a question." I shifted my gaze to Mysha. "Hmm, what is it?" "I saw your scar in the stomach the other day by chance," she said, "where did you get that?" I froze on my post, and my chest heaved with panic. I'm at a loss for words. Mysha's question was so random that it almost drove me to leave. I'm not yet ready to confess what I have been through.

A pale, crescent-shaped scar just above my ankle bone was visible beneath the strap of my sandal. It was from an animal trap, years ago. "That scar…" His voice trembled. "How did you get it?" I instinctively took a step back. "An accident. A long time ago." Simon stared at the scar, the shock in his eyes growing deeper.

His hands moved gently to my face and stopped at where the scars were, was he deriving pleasure from seeing the effect of his work. "How did you get this scar?" he asked calmly, and I glared at him suspiciously, was he fucking kidding me? He was asking me about my scars, a scar that he inflicted on me. Why would he ask me such a stupid question? "Huh," I replied, not sure what answers he wanted from me. "How did you get the scar?" he asked, and I looked into his eyes, there was something different about his eyes, was he experiencing some sort of memory loss? Was he messing with me? So I decided to play along, let's see who will budge first.

I peeled off his tshirt carefully not wanting to cause him any sort of pain. Now he was sitting shirtless before me calmly waiting for movement and I sat on my knees scooting closer to him. My eyes started scanning his strong masculine body intently. They stopped abruptly catching an old scar across his right collar bone, It was a three inches rough mark. I traced my fingers over it gently as if my touch will pain it. "How did you get this", my voice was heavy.

Lance scrunched his brows and clasped my arm and brushed his fingers against my skin on some spots. "What are you doing?" I asked him in confusion. "Did you have these marks before? I am sure I didn't notice them." He commented while observing my skin and my gaze went to the spot he pointed and my eye widened in shock to see a scar. It was a scar for burns and I could still feel those burning sensations I had earlier. "That's not what… wait!!! I never had them before. I do have scars on my body because of my training but I never got burnt before." I started while still trying to figure out what had happened.