Hidden Scars Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Something more. But the weight of shame returned quickly. I moved, and the cloak I on my body slipped down. I saw my arms in the dim light. Scars. So many scars. Thin white ones from lashes. Raised ridges from burns. Circular marks from chains that had rubbed my wrists raw until skin grew back twisted and wrong. Each mark was a memory. And memories were chains.

ZACH People think scars are flaws. That tattoos are decoration. That pain is supposed to be buried. But they’re wrong. Scars remember the things people try to forget. And mine? Mine tell the truth. Even when I can’t. It’s late. The city hums outside like it’s whispering secrets to the dark. Alana’s asleep, curled against me in this new bed, in this new chapter of her legacy. Her hair’s tangled on the pillow, one leg hooked over mine, lips parted just slightly like she finally let go of every weight she carries.

I blinked, and tears burned behind them. Freckles dusted the bridge of my nose, small and faded, things I used to like before everyone else convinced me they were flaws. My skin wasn’t flawless either; faint acne scars dotted my cheeks. I touched my reflection lightly, tracing my fingers down the glass as if I could feel the warmth of another version of myself, one who wasn’t afraid to exist. “You’re beautiful,” Luna whispered in my head, her voice tender and firm. “Stop looking at yourself through their eyes.”

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

Zara whisper back. Her doppelganger smiled at her and it was scaring her. Just as the story goes when she was a child, hair the colour of night, deep red eyes no different than blood with red rose lips. Her skin was like hers, white but hers look more like a corpse than alive yet her presence was somehow comforting. Akhillar “I feel your pain. You suffer too much.” Zara shook her head. “Not enough to call out to you.” “Tis’ what you tell yourself but you know it’s not true.”

The Counselor looked at Angel in awe and said “You knew just how to get to those boys. I can’t imagine the things you’ve been through, but you’re truly not damaged by it, you’ve grown from it.” Angel almost smiled at that assumption she was fooling the world then if they believed she wasn’t scarred by it all. She had her scars she just kept them hidden. Honestly, she didn’t know if she could reach out for a relationship with a man ever. Not because of the past so much as it was giving that level of trust. How did you give up that control and allow that much loss of control in? She just knew she was nowhere near ready for that right now. She knew her looks drew attention to herself, but she d

He took his fingers away and replaced them with his lips. I fought the urge to cry. I always felt ashamed of my scars. I hid them, afraid that they would scare people away. I’m scared to look at them myself sometimes. But Hunter made me feel that I had nothing to be ashamed of. That I was perfect… even with my past and my nightmares… even with my scars.

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.