Ginny Burn Scars Novels & Stories

Byron looks to me looking slightly sad. “Actually after you left and I was washing her in the bath, I noticed some. They are on her back, her thighs and her stomach. We will have to ask her about them. We all know the only way we scar is if wolfsbane or silver is involved.” I watched as Kane jumped to his feet, obviously seething. I felt disgusted that anyone would touch her. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and she felt as though she wasn’t worth anything because of some bastard. I brushed her cheek and pushed her hair out of her face.

The memories assault me and I remember the pain. What should have been fun, turned into a nightmare when Bryce pushed me down the stairs of the cabin the night of his birthday party and I had to get seventeen stitches on my torso. "Oh, beautiful," Gavin whispers and suddenly he's on his knees in front of me. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to the side of my scar, his lips gliding up the length of it. I feel as if he’s healing my soul with just a simple kiss. With another kiss to my hip, his hands come up to cradle my face.

It wasn’t in any public record or paparazzi shot nor was it something a stranger could guess in passing. What’s more disturbing is the fact Elena had once told me the same thing, that her scar reminds her of a rose flower. “Lucian…” Corinne whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty. I dropped back into my seat, the anger draining from my body in seconds. “Elena had a burn scar as well. On her inner left thigh.” Nobody said anything for a long moment before Martha cautiously lowered herself back into her chair. “Can you tell us what happened?” Corinne asked. “Everything you know, please.”

ALINA'S POV She winced in pain as she rubbed the ointment on her burned flesh.The scar was growing worse and she knew that the household remedy she was currently using wasn't going to be able to help her in the case it became infected and that could lead to the high possibility of leaving a scar.

Garret moved in at the end of freshmen year, bringing along his daughter, Maya, who was a year younger than us. Garret lost his mate/wife to a fire a few years back. I don't know the whole story but I knew Maya was in the house when it happened. The evidence is clear on the left side of her face where a hideous burn scar stretched from her temple to the bridge of her nose. A scar that made her the brunt of every joke in school. I dug into the fridge for some milk for my cereal. I guess there was a plus to Gia marrying Garret, our fridge was always stocked and we ate three times a day.

she demanded. I bit the inside of my cheek, suppressing a smile. Getting under her skin was far too easy. “I called you a screenager. You do know what that is, right?” “Of course I do.” “Good,” I said mildly. “Because you’re a textbook example.” “I am not!” I rolled my eyes and shut off the burner, sliding the chicken onto a plate. “You’ve been glued to that phone since you showed up. And let’s not pretend you didn’t lose your mind when your charger went missing.”

“Sorry to be the one to break this to you, Luna Adeline, but that never happened.” It felt like the wind was knocked out of me as I stared at her, parting my lips to speak but being unable to utter a single word. “W-What…do you mean? Giselle told me she was bullied. She even got into a fight with Lisa. That’s how she got the scar on her chin.” At my words, her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. “She has always had a scar. I was born here, so I know all the servants. When she was brought to the pack, she was known for the scar. But no one really knows how she got it. I can’t believe she told you it was inflicted on her by Lisa.”

One cruel message from Jace lit up the screen: “We’re done. I can’t be with you when you’re like this anymore.” His words cut deeper than the cold. My fingers shook as I gazed at the illuminated text. The girl I’d been — the one who laughed, who believed — felt buried under layers of shame and doubt. The rain blurred the surroundings, but I could feel the needles that stung my flesh with each sharp raindrop.

Thinking he was referring to his past injuries, I inquired, "Aren't you fully recovered now?" Finley didn't answer verbally; he simply rolled up his shirt sleeve, and I was abruptly silenced. Above his wrists were extensive burn scars, with grotesque skin that resembled coiled sarcomas encircling his slender arms. The sight was truly startling. I hadn't realized that his previous injuries had actually involved some of the most challenging burns to heal. Through those contorted scars, I felt like I could catch a glimpse of the ferocity of that battle. My heart constricted, and I looked away.

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.