Jasper Battle Scars Novels & Stories

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.

Jasper stood back, watching as the rogues launched their attack on the Crescent Stone Pack. A wicked grin spread across his face as the warriors struggled, quickly losing ground against the relentless assault. The rogues were out of control, wild and brutal in their attack. Jasper knew why—they weren’t just fighting on their own strength. His father had given them drugs before the battle, turning them into crazed animals, unstoppable and violent. "They don’t stand a chance," Jasper muttered, his eyes shining with grim satisfaction. But behind his smirk, Jasper was already thinking ahead. This wasn’t just about the fight—it was part of something bigger. A step toward his own plan.

It had been over a month since the failed attack on the palace and Omar couldn't travel then because of his injury, he had been advised against it, mostly because it was a bullet wound and it would draw speculations ammd unwanted attentions, King Jaan wanted the palace incident to be as private as possible, but Omar was healing pretty fast, the scar was there but the skin had been stitched and it had healed now. "Your injuries are mostly gone." Mariam commented. "I no longer have to hear you whine and complain of the pain any more." "Whine and complain?" Omar freigned anger. "I do not whine and complain, I have you to do that. Besides, the pain is all gone now." He winked and laughed. Mariam

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

Eros I opened my eyes and saw blood on my hands. The blood was all over my body. I looked everywhere and saw glass shards, smoke and people looking at me with shock evident on their faces, some even had worry. I looked at myself through one of the shattered glass and screamed out of shock. It was not me. Blood and wounds all over my face. My beauty….it's gone.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

"The scars—they're a constant reminder of the trauma, the pain—a constant reminder of what I had to endure." As Deep concluded his testimony, the courtroom was left with a tangible sense of the horrors he had faced. His scars, more than physical evidence, served as a poignant reminder of the enduring pain and the strength it took to stand before the court and bear witness to the torment he had suffered at the hands of Ejay.

he asked. "Throw them?" I smirk, " I'll bring them back to their parents tomorrow," I said. The little girl starts crying, "No! please don't!" the girl cries. The youngest buried his face in Nate's neck while the other boy stay silent, but he looks frightened. "Please don't bring us back! I'm begging," for a young age, the little girl started to beg. "Why?" Nate didn't control himself and asked. "Our dad is trying to sell us! he keeps hurting me and my brothers!" My eyes sharpen, so that's where they get their scars and bruise.

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.