Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

If I didn’t have Jolie and Jessica by my side, I wouldn’t have been able to get everything done. I get up and go to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with such force that the windows rattle in their frame. I take a quick shower, then stare at my reflection in the mirror, hoping Edric will be done and gone by the time I’m finished in the bathroom. I’m almost completely healed, apart from a small scar on the side of my face, close to my left eye – it’s not big, but it’s noticeable. I run my fingers over the thick ridges of skin. There’s a similar, bigger scar on my collarbone, running from my clavicle to my shoulder, another one on my stomach, but the biggest and worst of the scars is a rag

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

It was also considered as a submission. "Okay, I apologize to the Pride of the Alpha. And I also submit to her. Please don't banish me like that." He said in a fearful tone. His hands and legs were shaking with fear. Just then I noticed something odd. I had never seen it in my entire life, or maybe I just never noticed it. One of James' palms had a scar on it. It was ugly and it looked old. And to be honest, it looked as if he was bitten by a pup a long time ago. I was as if I was a statue. I was not able to move. I did not even know if I was breathing or not.

Worst to the well of not a typical one-night stand, but in the world of the famous Yaoi genre. “Tsk!” smirking, he took a deep breath out, looking at his reflection as the droplets of water from his hair is dripping onto every section of his fair skin down to his neckline and chest. Just then as he looks at himself in the mirror, the scar in between his chest that he slowly touches tracing it as the past he regretted and was too weak to fight back then, and leaves him of who he is now is somewhat knocking the hated tone back to him right now.

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

His fingers traced a jagged mark on the rogue’s arm, and his face hardened. “What is it?” Annatoria asked, sensing the shift in his demeanor. “This mark,” he said grimly, running a finger over the scar, “belongs to Manga..” as he locked his eyes on hers. Annatoria's eyes shone in fear. “Manga?” Annatoria repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Only she called him Darell, and she had given him the name saying it meant warrior in their language. “You shouldn’t have come,” Scar said, taking a step forward towards the stream where he would bathe before going to the quarters to wear new clothes, and then the dinner hall. She appeared beside him immediately, supporting him. “I’m Okay,” Scar hissed. “No you’re not. Your physical wounds might be healed, but that does not mean you are Okay,” Simi replied. She reached up and ran her fair melanin hand on the rows and rows of scars on his dark chest, uncaring about the dirt or urine on his body.

She shot him a glare and stepping forward, dragged her finger along the woman's arm before moving back. “Happy?” She growled. Zidane smiled coldly, his eyes fixed on the woman's skin, watching as the marks he made in her neck began healing but the thin scratch Scarlett made did not heal. His eyes grew more manic, his mind poisoned with all the possibilities of having such an ability at his disposal.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.