Goku Scars Novels & Stories

He replied, short and to the point. I hated how my eyes stayed glued to his body when he tugged his shirt off, showing off the rippled sculpture of his muscles. Scars littered his skin, proof of his fight to rise to the top. I wondered how he earned some of them, particularly the scar that spread from his left peck to his hip line in a clean diagonal.

He wipes a hand over his shaven head, scratching his palm against his stubble as he ponders the question. Under a low-hanging light, I can see that one of his eyes differ from the other. A jagged scar travels from his eyelid down to his cheekbone, another battle mark no doubt. While the Lupina clan certainly has scars, they paled in comparison to Godric and Alarik. "I am not a wolf." Godric nods then, "Yes, Raegan told me that bit. You see, though it

They had a few bruises here and there, and looked slightly terrified by what they had just experienced. “What monster was that?” the second asked. He was a tall, lean man with curiously good looks. A sword was discarded next to him, and there was a large scar on his exposed chest. This scar wasn’t an old one, but a new wound. He was a fast healer and that was why his wound had already scared. But he wouldn’t forget the one who had put him in this mess in the first place.

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.

Skyla's hand fled to her chest when she had a glimpse of his fully naked upper body. His body was badly bruised and had scars all over it! Skyla exclaimed, "I thought one deep scar might be responsible for all of this…" With that she lifted her eyes to gape at his blood covering the ground before getting back her gaze at his chest and then his abs. She continued in her mind, "But there are scars all over his body! It's impossible for me to conceal all of them! This doesn't look like an animal attack! I don't see any person would have done this much harm to me after all he seems strong enough to face whatever comes his way!" Skyla's eyes got teary and her heart got heavy on seeing the amount

So it was their training dress-up! I gulped when my eyes moved on Kael's shirtless body. His chest was hard and perfect with abs. He had muscles that no warrior's body could compare. I was speechless seeing his perfect body, which women in the Night Fall Pack usually worshipped. However, one thing caught my eye. It was a scar on his ribcage. On his fair skin like milk, there was a red line like a sharp thorn. My eyes were fixed on the red scare. It looked like someone stabbed him, and he got stitches there.

It ran through the crease under his left peck and down along his side. My fingers instinctively reached for it, not stopping until they were touching his skin. His chest dramatically rose from the breath he took the moment my fingers touched him. Goosebumps spread over his body at lightning speed as I trailed my fingertips along the scar. I frowned. I didn't like the fact that someone had hurt him. “What about this one?” I asked, my voice a little quieter. “That is from a different fight,” he said, his left hand reaching up and wrapping around the hand touching him, while his right hand rested on my hip the way it always does.

I guess he was in the weightlifting room. My eyes rest on his torso; it’s all covered in scars, most of them still look fresh. A big tattoo representing a tiger is occupying the space on the side of his abs. I feel my chest tightening as I look at his body. He may be quiet and reserved but it speaks on his stead. I can see how much he is hurting and how much he must have suffered in the past.

Why does that make me feel some type of way? I get outside and find a guy I have never seen before standing near the Mercedes Sebastian gave me. He is buffed up and full of tattoos. He has a scar running down from his brow, right through his left eye and down his cheek. Ending just a few inches on top of his mouth. With that scar he looks like the character Scar from the lion king. He looks pretty scary. He smiles at me which takes away a bit of the scariness. At least he has a good set of white teeth and his smile is warm.

She jerked the door open, and Scars grinned down at her, all sexy-hot muscles and devastating charm. He was wearing well-worn jeans, a tight blue t-shirt that made his eyes stand out in that hard, scarred face even more, a jean jacket, and his Road Devils cut on top. In one hand, he held a large pizza box; she saw a bottle-shaped paper bag tucked under his arm. He was so achingly huge and strong, and the way he just towered over her in her bare feet made Zoe feel impossibly feminine and fragile.