Novel & Cerita Goku Scars

“That was definitely not me, but you have nothing to worry about.” “What happened?” “Why don’t you do into the bathroom and check it out. It seems the Moon Goddess has bestowed another gift on the golden boy.” Keion got up and went to the en suite bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he saw nothing different. You have to take off your shirt, son, his father laughed. So he did, and as he stood there, his dad appeared in the doorway. Staring at his chest, Keion saw the odd shaped scar along his ribs, but he also saw a light line down the middle of his chest that had never been there before. It almost glowed, as if there was a light shining out of his body.

My father and Noah both laughed. “Shut up,” Scar growled. “The truth hurts, princess,” Ad remarked with a smirk on his face. Scar ran to him and punched him, and I struggled with my confines. Scar ripped his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. His eight-pack abs and muscular back were on display. He wasn’t as attractive as Nicolas, but he was nonetheless appealing. What got my attention was his body was littered with marks. Same as Nicolas. And I know who did it.

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

Gunner tensed but nodded his head, indicating for me to go on. “I was mad. It’s like I filled with rage and everything went kind of hazy. Galterio and I fought. My power was useless against him, he could just suck it out of me or something”. I flashed back to the bedroom when he snapped my hold and then bit me. A tear rolled down my cheek and I ran my fingers over the raised scar on my neck. Gunner pulled my hand away and pressed his lips to my knuckles. It's where his mark should be, not that monstrosity of a man's.

Chiemi cried with the girls comforting her. Cai Kang just watched until Kurai was gone then sat down to comfort her along with the others. * Not long after the event of Maiko becoming a yeouiju happened, Kurai was at his bunker preparing a giant bath full of ice cold water. He got the small box which had the pearl and put it in his hand. At that moment, he felt the cracks on his skin bleeding red. He then jumped in the ice cold water. It felt so hot. It was almost unbearable. After what seemed like hours, he walked out of the pool where he noticed all of his scars and callouses from self-harm over the years to be gone. Kurai didn’t realize it but he looks handsome without his scars. The scar

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

Gwyneth stared at the hideous scar in the mirror, lost in thought. It had been ages since she had taken a close look at it. The scar ran horizontally across her abdomen, starting from the front and stretching toward her side, even reaching further toward her back. Gwyneth pursed her lips and delicately traced her fingertips along the scar. It no longer elicited any pain, but the fact that she had been young when her skin was burned meant that the nerves beneath the scar had suffered damage. As a result, whenever her scar was touched, she would experience a peculiar sensation—a constant reminder that her nerves had not yet fully recovered.

My eyes fly open in shock, skirting away to look anywhere but at Maverick’s now exposed body. His glorious, sculpted body with a stellar pack of abs and scars. I sneak another peek when I registers I saw scars. Werewolves rarely scar, especially with the help of herbs and our expedited healing. But I was right. Maverick’s torso is covered in a variety of scars in all shapes and sizes. He has a huge bite mark on his side, a thin pink line from right above his left nipple down to his navel. He looks like he fell into a wood chipper and was pieced back together.

A squeak echoes through the silence, and as arms wrap around me, I realize the sound came from me. “I’ve got you,” Lucas says, pulling me to his chest. “No, your injuries—” “Are fine,” he interrupts. He reaches up, grabs the back of his collar, and tugs his ruined shirt over his head. “See?” I don’t want to look at the faint pink scars slice across his torso, a stark contrast to his regularly tanned skin. They’ve healed mostly, but there will always be marks to remind me that he nearly died today. Reaching for my hand, Lucas takes my hand in his and carefully runs my fingers over the marks.

He must be in worse shape than I thought. "How the fuck am I supposed to believe you after everything you’ve done?" My voice shakes. He flinches as if I just slapped him. Then he turns away. Both hands come up, his fingers raking through his damp hair, gripping it so hard I'm surprised strands don't tear out. I open my mouth to scream something else, but the words die in my throat. His back. The wide, muscled expanse of his back is covered in scars. Some are old. Others are thicker and angrier, like they never fully healed. And scattered among them are small round marks. Cigarette burns. Perfect little circles of ruined skin.