Hidden Scars Novels & Stories

He didn't look up immediately, leaving Amara standing awkwardly, a pawn awaiting her move. This time, Amara noticed something she hadn't seen in the shadows of their first encounter. As he shifted slightly, turning a page, the light caught the side of his neck, just below his ear, before disappearing beneath his collar. A prominent scar. It was a jagged, uneven line, deep and old, the kind of scar that bespoke a brutal, desperate struggle. It wasn't the thin line above his eyebrow; this was far more significant, almost certainly from a knife or a bullet.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

"We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips that were more scar tissues than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracles." "This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scars of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally found you." "And I will not be afra

He looks at her and then at me, bows his head and walks out the door, closing it behind him, but I see him stop and stand in front of the door through the clouded glass. Ava then turns back to me, "Do you mind if we take this off?" I hesitate for a moment. I don't like anyone seeing my scars. They remind me that I failed to protect myself when I got taken by Valentino. The only one to have really seen them is Zachariah, but I still don't feel comfortable with even him seeing them, as my body is no longer beautiful because of them. I reluctantly remove my shirt, allowing her to see the damage done. I don't miss as her eyes go wide at the scars, but she doesn't say anything about them.

I continued. "Emeline you are not my mum or my dad to tell me what to do, you are my twin. And the people you are referring to as our parents ceased to be my parents since they told us they are not our birth parents." Emily said, throwing her hand's in the air. The necklace she was admiring from her new boyfriend, who is old enough to be her elder brother or father, is lying on her vanity in it glory. " how can you even stand their presence after they were hiding such a secret from us for sixteen years." Emily continued not caring who she hurts with her words.

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

I am so disappointed_______. ‘Mom please, before you say all those awful things to me hear me out, please,’ Connie sobbed Raising her arms in resignation Lora frowned at her as she said drily, ‘Ok, I am all ears.’ Connie blew her nose first, speaking softly she said, ‘I just don’t know where to begin to explain things to you. First thing let me clarify these photos. That day I lied that I was going for lunch with Emma I was actually going to meet with this guy and he happens to be the same guy that I assumed had come looking for me on the day of Emma’s fake disappearance. The reason I have not brought him to meet you is because he is not my boyfriend, actually he is someone who has been haun

I couldn't let her erase him. I ran toward the pool of grey shadow on the steps. I didn't have a weapon, and I didn't have magic. But I had the Debt-Marks on my skin, the silvery scars that Kaelen and I shared. I knelt down and pressed my scarred palms directly into the grey fire. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt. It wasn't heat; it was the feeling of being unmade. It felt like my childhood, my wedding day, and the births of my children were being pulled out of my brain through my fingernails.

But the proof remained. Beneath Adelaide’s skin, between her shoulder blades, faint white scars lingered—delicate, symmetrical, etched like the ghost of wings pressed into flesh. They glimmered when the light caught them, threads of fire moving just beneath the surface, alive and patient. Not residue. Not damage. Structure waiting to rise. Something monumental had taken root inside her. Threaded through that realisation was a second disturbance. A familiar, unwelcome pull toward shadow. Subtle at first. Then insistent.

I'd let him see the broken parts of me. But the scar The scar was different. The scar was physical evidence. Proof written on my body that I'd been hurt in ways I couldn't take back. But I was tired. So tired of hiding. Of carrying shame for things that weren't my fault. Of treating my own body like it was something to be ashamed of instead of something that had survived. I lifted my shirt. Not all the way. Just enough. Just to my ribs. Just enough for him to see it in the early morning light filtering through his windows.