Funny Valentine Back Scar Novels & Stories

She cried out and he rolled his eyes, dismissing her without saying a word and she squealed with excitement just getting out of the car. It was the first time in a long time she got a gift, the last time a man did something nice was her stupid ex gifting her a Van Cleef bracelet which he claimed was real but she knew a dollar store dupe when she saw one—still she didn't want to sore his ego and it was still a nice thing to do on valentine's day even if it wasn't grandeur.....too bad he was a lying skank.

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

He says while softly touching my neck. “Take care of what?” I ask but he stays silent. Instantly, I see veiny sky-blue lines emerging from Valentine’s eyes throughout his body and landing at the tip of his fingers. And into me. “What are you doing?” After a few magical moments, his eyes went back to normal, and so did the scar on my neck. “How do you do this?” Valentine smiled and held off my hands, making me walk with him. “That is a secret I have to keep for now, My Love. Soon, it’ll all be clear.”

As they entered the bedroom, Marcus pulled off the dusty sheet covering their old bed. Then, he kissed her again. Harder. Deeper. As if trying to erase the time they had spent apart. When he pulled away, Valerie’s lips were red and swollen, her eyes dark with desire. Slowly, they stripped away the last barriers between them, removing every layer of clothing, until there was nothing left between them. Marcus’s eyes lingered on the scar across Valerie’s stomach—the mark left from bringing their twins into the world. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed it.

"The actual medal will be achieved tonight—when I rub your back, give you gelato, and make you sob over a clip of a duck becoming friends with a golden retriever." She blinked, gaining consciousness slowly. "There's a video like that?" He sat up and pulled out his phone from his pocket. "I saved five." Valeria gasped. "I married a genius." And you," he started, letting the video out while cuddling beside her, "are my entire universe." Shrouded in a bit of cloth, plates aside and laughter still echoing through the air, they sat and watched the duck-dog friendship play out—sobs, guffaws, and stealing kisses among licks of mango milkshake.

" Your baby does not need a mystery man. I am here to build up your morals every time you feel like a burnt Quran" Val nodded vigorously. She wiped her face with a handkerchief. Then Val teased " Hell yeah! Like your burnt desert " They both kicked into their laughter. " I know I have seen that tattoo somewhere. It is very familiar" Liza began as she took a twig of her juice. Val smiled sweetly " It is not important anymore"

Get a grip. Leam stops noticing her shiver and steps away as Lucas's hands her the clothes. "Valerie... these scars... How old are you?" Leam asked her as he looked at the scars that littered her curvy body. His face was covered with sorrow and anger. His neat and thick browns drawn into a sharp line. "Thanks." She quickly put on the shorts and top. "Um, 23 I think," Valerie replied as she fidgeted with the shorts, purposely ignoring him mentioning her scars. What if they didn't want her after she told them?

There was no fresh wound there, but there was an old one. Across her neck, there was a scar-one that I knew was gaping when it was first put there. Immediately upon seeing this, I began to imagine what happened to her that day. My heart ached for her, and anger began to resonate within me. My hand reached for the scar before I could think better of it. Then a hand significantly smaller and quite swift grabbed mine. “You…do that…and you will…pull back a nub.” I looked down into the blood-shot and weak umber gaze of Valene, glaring daggers at me.

i was just about to come and get her when I heard the commotion, is she ok" said nona approaching someone "I'm fine nona" said scarlet, "but valerio isn't, I think he needs his hands checked out, but he won't put me down so that I can look at it "I'm fine nona" said valerio "it's just a scratch, I'll let her check it after I take her to our bedroom" he said climbing the stairs, I could see scarlet blush as he said this "stupid bitch" I muttered jealousy coursing through me, I'll kill you all

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"