Funny Valentine Back Scar Novels & Stories

I said categorically. "Then you don't know your brother, six years ago on my birthday, he came into my house with five other guys, they held us at gun point and they asked for money, jewelries and every valuable things in the house. We didn't argue or struggle with them, we gave them everything they asked for but after that, Logan noticed me and he wanted to rape me but my parents wanted to stop him and one of the gang members shot the both of them because they tried to stop Logan from rapping me... They were all wearing a mask but they also wore short sleeve shirts, so I saw the bloody dagger tattoo that they all had on their forearm. He removed his shirt as he mounted on me and I struggled

To the side, Kade gently took her hand and squeezed it. Not long after, Alex and Cara both joined them holding hands. They both bowed their heads slightly to Caleb and Meadow, then joined them on the round table. "Sorry for the delay, we were just letting our tattoos heal…" Said Cara with a bright smile. "Tattoos? What tattoos?" Viorra asked. "We decided to make this Valentine's day different and simple; we both had our late son Peyton's name tattooed on the back of our necks, see?" Cara replied as she tilted her head and showed Viorra and the rest, the elegant name of his dead son.

“Pen, sweety, would you say hi to uncle Val?” My eyes meet the little girl’s blue ones, and she frowns. “I don’t care.” Melanie’s cheeks turn bright red. “Sweety, don’t be rude, okay? This is mummy’s…” The rest of her words disappear as she clears her throat. “You know what? Let’s just…” The fuck? There’s something at the back of her neck. A scar, three long finger marks at the back of her neck, like she was strangled from behind.

“Right, you were still an asshole.” “Babe!” Valerie called and scooped his arm. She then looked at her from head to toe. She was perfect, tall, slim figure, and beautiful skin like a model, wearing the hottest bikini. “You again. You should be grateful that I didn’t have scars on that ugly face of yours.” “Let’s go,” Ian said and took a good look at her with disgust. Both of them didn’t expect that Valerie would grab a handful of sand and throw it at her face. She managed to close her eyes but some got into her eyes.

"Open it." Shaking her head, she reached for the box and pulled out the card first. To my woman, best friend and personal problem– it's a wonder my blood pressure is still normal– happy Valentine's day. I doubt you remember, so i'll try not to be too mad. I expect something, though. A kiss will suffice. Or fifty, I don't mind. ~Brandon. Beth was lost, mortified and deeply touched all at once. It was Valentine's day?! Scrambling for her phone, she took one look at the date and squeezed her eyes shut. Yolanda chose that time to squeal, startling Beth.

Before Lena could reply, Valeria pressed her palm over her boobs. “Look here.” Lena rolled her eyes again, this time with exaggerated slowness. “What are you showing me your boobs for?” Valeria blinked. “You don’t even know his birthday or his last name. Do you? Because if you did, you would recognize it as the tattoo on my chest." Lena’s face hardened at the bitter truth. “I got them tattooed on my chest,” Valeria continued, a triumphant smirk spreading across her face. “His birthday. The day we met. His full name.”

Scarlett made a disgusting face and moved away "Who's ready for the show? I always give the best" Scarlett grinned and they all cheered her "The good news is...SHE'S A VIRGIN EVERYONE!" Scarlett announced and half of the people began laughing Valerie wondered what was funny as they mocked her "Don't worry doll, I'm just going to help you to become stronger" Scarlett said and touched her cheek "Strip baby doll," She said and Valerie's eyes widened "What?" She asked and Scarlett released a heavy slap on her face

Liora I looked in the mirror, smiling at myself because I knew that my boyfriend wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me, once he sees me. The roses on my left hand were from his favourite fancy florist, red marigold because those were his favourite. In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke.

His lips moved. His eyes fell on Margaret. She bowed and scampered out of the room. “Valentine…" “Cleopatra…" Our names slipped out of each other's mouths at once. My heart skipped a beat. He was only a foot away. "My little daredevil,” He mumbled, my core tightened. A huge lump grew in my throat. I ran and jumped on him, enveloping him in an embrace. "You are back?” I shrieked after the hug and stared at his face. He had a scar on his cheek. He wrapped his hands around me and jostled me off my feet.

Like I was hypnotized. Suddenly, the door slammed, snapping me out of my zombie zone. "I am so sorry, didn't mean to startle you". Xavier muttered, staring at me with his cute hazel eyes. Something in his eyes made me feel safe and I smiled at him. "It's okay, babe". I am just tired and all... He cups my face and gives me a quick peck. "We will soon get home, princess". Then he fixed his seat belt and sped off. I never told him what I saw.