Funny Valentine Back Scar Novels & Stories

“You’re not useless. Neither is your wolf. I’ve seen you yesterday and the hard work you put in and want to put in. It’s a long way to go, I know. It’s not going to be easy, and that’s why I’m with you. That’s why you’re not going to do anything on your own. Because you don’t have to.” He nods, and I can tell that my words are comforting to him. He visibly deflates like all the bad things are leaving him. He holds my face with both of his hands, running his thumbs over my scars. “And these… these will never make me stop thinking that you’re beautiful. It’s a sign of your love for me and what you had to endure, how strong and good you are. You are gorgeous, Valeria, and these scars… They look

Valentine scoffs. “He took our wedding pictures too.” Valentine growls, and I know he’s thinking of the pictures taken of me getting ready. I was in my wedding lingerie and a thin robe in most of them. My poor possessive mate, I think to myself with a giggle. “What’s so funny?” he asked grumpily. “You,” I whispered and bit my lip to stop from laughing. “Me, huh?” he asks mischievously before he starts tickling my sides, making me flail about in hysterical laughter.

Ilya stares at him with a vacant gaze. Valen smirks with a sparkle in his green eyes. “Oh, I don't, but it would be a shame to see scars on that beautiful body of yours.” He turns sharply and walks over to the table at the center of the room, picks up a tiny bottle, and walks back, stretching the bottle toward Ilya, who stares without moving a muscle. “It's a healing ointment; it should remove the scars." Ilya doesn’t take it; instead, his eyes flick from the bottle… to Valen’s face. “You think I care about scars?” he asks flatly.

"Water please." In no time a glass of water was handed to me. My eyes immediately skipped to the window looking for Valentine. He was now wearing dark sunglasses as he made his way towards five black cars. Three men of equal built, wearing black Armani greeted him with a bow. They talked for a while when all of a sudden, Valentine looked back and waved at me making me chuckle. I waved back while finishing my water. They chatted for few more minutes until Valentine started walking back to me and the guys accompanied him. I stood up ready to join them. Valentine draped a scarf around my head. "Why a scarf?" I asked confused as he adjusted it hiding my copper hairs.

Even the woman faltered, nearly losing her footing at the sight. “That’s impossible,” the bearded elder said, nearly losing his breath. “There hasn’t been a vampire sighting in centuries.” “But that doesn’t mean they’re gone,” Valentine said, her tone sharp and instructive. “And what makes you so sure of that?” the woman snapped, trying to regain control of the room. Valentine didn’t flinch. Instead, she raised a brow and smirked. “Because I fought one.” She lifted her shirt, revealing the place where the vampire’s claws had stabbed into her side. Though the wound had healed, it had left behind a crescent-shaped scar.

We stayed there for a few seconds then he kissed my neck. “Colby!” I pushed him away and my hands immediately went to my neck covering it. He is bending over laughing. Grew up to be a jerk, as I can see. “I’m so sorry. I can’t help it. You smell so good.” he said while still laughing. “That’s creepy. You’re a creep.” I said as I look at him disgustingly, “Alright. I’m sorry.” He is trying his best to stop his laughter. “ But seriously, don’t go just yet. Let’s at least have dinner. The two of us.” he said as he put his hands on his waist and stood tall.

Her hand was healed a lot but there was a small dark scar on her twist as her bone wasn’t fully healed yet. She touched her stomach remembering Xavier’s name on her flesh. In the first month, she woke up from her nightmare remembering the day he marked her. She went straight to the kitchen and did something terrifying. She slashed the part of her skin where his name was printed with a sharp knife. Now his name was nowhere on her skin only ugly cut scars. It was a fortune that Jane came on time and took her to the hospital. Even being in pain Valerie was happy to see his name no more on her skin. In the starting, three months were hard for her yet she did everything to move on from her painfu

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.

"No, darling. I couldn't bring myself to do it." "Why not?" Valerie replied, "No one is talking about me on Facebook anymore. My classmates know you're my husband. Those cowardly mice don't even have the guts to utter a word to me. If I hit them back, it would be awkward for both sides." After he finished applying the ointment to her back, he rubbed his palms together rapidly. He then pressed his hands to Valerie's back. His body heat would help her skin absorb the medicine more quickly. This would allow her back to revert to its previous state.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.