Funny Valentine Back Scar Novels & Stories

“I like it so much, I want to kiss you right now. But you stink of sweat and—.” “You.” I beamed proudly, caressing his love juice on the love mark he left on my shoulder. I’m the only woman on the face of earth to be covered in Valentin Egoton’s love juice and love bites. I’m the special one. Val’s woman. “I stink?” He frowned And I waved frantically. “N-no! That’s not what I meant. I love that I’m covered in your scent, Val! I love everything about you!” “Whatever.” He climbed into bed.

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

Knocking gently, she heard Natasha invite her in. "Hey, Natasha. I heard your back hurts, I brought something for your back," Val offered, holding the ointment. Natasha smiled weakly, "Thanks, Val. That's sweet of you." Val urged her to lie down, saying, "Let me help you with that. Maybe a massage will ease the pain." “Thank you, Valerie, you don't know how much I need that.” As Val worked on massaging Natasha's back, she couldn't help but notice a tattoo just by Natasha's waist – Nelson's name surrounded by a multitude of love emojis. A momentary pause followed, and Natasha smirked mischievously.

"No, it's time you learned some hard truths about Cass that will leave you running for the hills." She nods at the man still kneeling in front of me and, with efficient movements, he cuts down the center of my blouse and bra, exposing my breasts. I gasp as the cold air hits me, making me feel so exposed. He drops the knife to the ground and pulls out a tattoo gun and I couldn't be more confused. The man who cut my hair tilts my head back as I hear the tattoo gun thrum to life. I hear the click of heels and I know Valentina is up and walking towards up. "Bruce here is going to apply some tattoos, a parting gift from me while I tell you a little story," she says, smiling like she's having the

"Surprised to see you. Most people don't make it within a mile of their ex-fiancé on wedding day." I tried to force a weak smile. "A huge fan of being most people." "No," she said, tilting her head to the right. "You got a night of passion confused with love. Don't worry, darling. Jake's moved on. We both have." Her laugh was broad, booming and coarse. The sort of laughter that would have the other women in hysterics, be on the winning team. I did not say anything. I simply stood and told her to her face, "Congratulations, Cassandra. I hope you get everything that is coming to you."

Oh how naïve little Ricky was. Valentine's day, 2014. I got a cute message in an envelope and an Element cologne sprayed on it which meant it was from a man. I showed it to my then best friend Carla and she fangirled over it and for days we would decide to open it over ice cream and get too excited to open it and just leave it till the next day.

He planted a quick kiss on her temple and he asked for reassurance, “isn’t that right, baby?” Valentine felt her cheeks warm up. She rolled her eyes at him and said, “whatever.” To avoid keeping the topic that made her nervous up, she looked at Mary like she was looking down at an adorable puppy. “Hi Mary! Has sir William been treating you unfair?” She took a minute to stare at Mary’s visible scars.

I step out onto the balcony. "Mandy, honey. It's been three years now since you left us. The girls are getting so big now. Daisy is full of spunk and ready to take on the world already. Rose is quiet and sweet and charms everyone she meets. I see a lot of you in them. We miss you every day, and thank you for giving me the most precious gift of all of them. I love you." It had been three years. My mate mark had faded to a faint bite outline. It lost all its color. The girls needed a mom, and I needed to love again. Before I turn and step inside, I look back up at the moon. It's a crescent and looks like the Luna Mark. "Selene, I beg of you grant me the blessing of a second chance, mate. One w

“Sorry, Magnus, I have something for you…” Dorothy said, softly holding out a card, “I hope you…” Magnus tore the card into pieces without a word or a look. Dorothy gasped and bolted from the lake where Magnus often hid from his friends and Alpha training when he needed space. His eyes widened with shock at her running form. Confusion gripped him until he looked down at the grass, noticing it wasn’t a note from his best friend; it appeared to be something else. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he pieced it back together. Horror washed over him as the card went back together. He swallowed hard as he put the last piece back together. It was a Valentine’s Day card she was asking for him to b