Hidden Scars Novels & Stories

Her gasp echoed through the silence of the room as she beheld the gruesome scars etched across her chest, disappearing beneath the shadows of her nightgown. Amani's trembling hands moved instinctively, hastily discarding the nightgown to reveal her scar-ridden body in all its disfigured glory. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as she stared at her own reflection in horror. Her chest and torso bore a multitude of intersecting scars, a painful reminder of the brutal attack she had endured.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

Underneath the black satin, my skin was a map of secrets. I could feel them even without looking—the faint lines on my thighs where I had pressed my own fingernails in too deep during the lonely nights. The bruises and burns on my skin from the electric shocks. The small, round pale spots on the small of my back and the back of my arms where the doctor’s lightning had burned the life out of my skin. I felt a sudden urge to hide, to curl up and pull the blankets over my head so he wouldn't see the wreckage.

Her fingers slowly moved toward the scar on her wrist, the faded line she had hidden beneath long sleeves and bracelets for years. The scar had always reminded her of the darkest period of her life: the pain, the confusion, and the night everything she knew about herself seemed to disappear. She traced the faded line with her fingertip, the skin no longer as raised as it had once been. The wound had healed, but the memory remained.

Chapter 22 THAT SAME DAY. New York. *Chloe* I locked the front door and made to entered my car to leave. Going out for work. I need to write some new articles and stories. Am a journalist(just a quick reminder). When I drove out, at the same time, a car drove towards mine an blocked me. I groaned. Not this morning again!, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face.

Her black short dress had lace sleeves and she wore a silk scarf which she used to protect herself from people's gazes. Underneath her scarf, her face remained partially hidden behind her large sunglasses but the fresh burns on her face continued to sting and itch. Since that night she has refused to check her reflection in the mirror. The pain she felt was so intense Her hands rested on her lap as she nervously played with the edges of her gown. That was the only thing that kept her busy. The world outside seemed like a movie was being played because of the blurry faces of people mourning, black umbrellas and the murmured prayers. But none of it got to her.

JAKE POV. I tore the mask off. “Is this what you really want?!” Ariana froze like a damn statue. The gun slipped from her fingers and hit the ground. Her hands flew to her mouth as her eyes locked on my face—on the scars. “Oh my God…” Her voice cracked. “Jake… what have you done?” Her tears came fast. But mine were already there, hot and bitter. “Is this what you wanna wake up to every morning?” My voice broke. I was burning inside, suffocating in shame. I’d sworn no one would ever see me like this. This wasn’t even how I’d planned to show Liz—not yet. Not now.

Even then, I didn't make a scene. Now, I was beginning to feel disappointed. After eight years, Tristan still didn't know me. Maybe all he ever loved was the version of me when I was young. "You're wrong. I'm just too lazy to delete it." I had let go of him, and I felt there was no need to deal with anything related to him. "If you really want me to delete it, I can." It would be a simple thing to do. I walked toward Leon, and he reached out his hand. I naturally placed mine in his.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.