Hatiku Mendadak Luka Novels & Stories

My hand grazed my forehead again, and I suddenly stood from the bed I had been lying on for the past thirty minutes—ever since I told Miss Hellcat I wasn’t leaving anymore. My eyes scanned the room, landing on a table knife resting on Callista’s desk. Slowly, I walked over, picked it up, and stood in front of her mirror. My reflection stared back at me, pale and tense. I focused on the exact spot on my forehead where that impossible wound had healed before. I needed to see if it'd heal up again, so I raised the knife to my forehead, the same spot I remembered healing from. I pressed the knife lightly to my skin and made a small cut.

Sera A few days had gone by since Mattia’s break-in, and everything had been blissfully uneventful. My knife wounds were healing nicely, and I had been assured they would leave no trace of a scar behind. I told Killian it would have been badass to have a face scar similar to the one on his neck. He had the exact same thought, which I found hilarious and endearing. “It’s just proof we’re meant to be together,” I told him proudly.

I touched my neck, it was a deep, raw puncture. “Holy shit,” I said, brushing my fingers over it. I had read about stuff like this. “Is this, like your kink or something?” Louis laughed. “You can call it a love mark.” I laughed too, the voice in my head was probably as satisfied as I was. I reached for the knife to cut a cake slice I’d brought and the metal burned my skin. I gasped as I dropped it. “Shit!” I held up my palm as it looked like there was a blister but even as I stared at it, my skin began to heal.

Until she got reckless. She always did. That was her mistake. I stand slowly and turn toward the mirror bolted to the locker wall. Jesus. I had a torn lower lip. A cut along my cheekbone, already darkening. One eye swelling, purpling at the edges. I tilt my head, studying the damage like it belongs to someone else. “Damn, girl,” I mutter. “You took a hit.” Laughing hurts. My ribs protest immediately, sharp and unforgiving. I hiss and brace a hand against the counter until it passes.

It was as if she had been dreaming up until now, to be awakened by the crude reality of everyone’s suffering. Some women had open gashes that seemed to have been quickly and sloppily sewed. Others had linen cloths wrapped practically all around their limbs. Some had suffered concussions and burns when the roofs of ceilings had collapsed on them. Aside from bruises and a few scratches where Hova swords had nicked her, Scarlett’s only wound was from the Tiger Spirit who had scratched her shoulder. It would have been ideal if she had gotten it stitched. But now it was already scabbing. It would soon become a horrible scar, she thought.

He got up and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes accepting him. he rubbed his thumb against the swollen part on my face and got up to get warm water with a piece of cloth. He then slowly tried to heal my wound but I dont understand how will he heal the cracking pieces in my heart..........

It throws three trees at me simultaneously, the first one landing behind me, the second landed in front of me blocking my path so I had to take a left turn and that’s what made the last one knock me out momentarily I lay on the ground concussed with blood all over my face. It got to where I am, roared at me before picking me up effortlessly and started squeezing my body. This fucking retard must think I’m a soda can. Survival instinct, I started kicking and punching trying to make it let go of me but all my effort is for naught. The knife injury caused by Mr. Addison which Haley patched up has reopened and the bandage is soaking up blood from it

She curled where she cut earlier, but I didn’t see an open wound. When I looked at her, she was biting her lip, showing me her neck where I accidentally bit her last night. “When did you realize you healed fast?” “Let’s go ask Zarah before they hear us.” “Okay.” I didn’t let go of her hand as we reached Zarah’s door. My hand hung in the air when the door opened. Zarah was already in her blouse and pants. “She healed fast.” “I have a feeling she does.” “I accidentally bit her enough to leave a visible teeth mark, but it was gone. Then she cut herself while slicing a strawberry.” I showed it to Zarah, but she didn’t look surprised at all. “You knew?”

Hurriedly, Lucas hustled back to his room, slamming the door as the pain intensified. Striding to the mirror, his facial features tightened the more as he examined his wound. How dare she do this to him? He muttered under his breath, trailing a finger over the wound, the ugly view of her teeth mark staring right back. Adam returned with the items he’d asked for, dropping them on the bed beside him.

“Happy marriage thingy, girl. Pick a color that suits my skin.” “And do this asap so Hayden can come to me,” Tessa chipped in. Lolita rolled her eyes as she turned away. She gathered her hair around her neck, hoping to hide the hickey. She’d seen it that morning in the bathroom when she was brushing her hair back. It was red and all bruised, but it was beautiful. She wanted to put some makeup on it, but on another hand she wanted to remember what he felt like on her skin. When she slid into her car, she heaved a deep sigh of relief. “The day isn’t even over and I have a headache already.”