Novel & Cerita Kaido Scars

"Tell me about them. I want to know the stories behind each scar, the trials you've endured." Liam sighed, his gaze briefly flickering to the scars before returning to Rose's earnest gaze. "Some of the scars are from encounters with dangerous creatures, like the claw mark you were just tracing. That one is from a fierce battle with a monstrous beast deep in the forests of Eldoria. It took all of my strength to overcome it, and the scar serves as a reminder of the victory."

There was no 'us' in our future - We didn't have a future. By the goddess of creation, he is beautiful. I think while my eyes stay locked on him. Maybe not in your traditional way, but still, Kian's body tells a story, his scars weren’t a disfigurement to me, they were him, his map of life, everywhere he had been and everything he had experienced. And to me, that was sexy as all get out.

The wounds always became fresh when they appeared again. ‘She’s not that weak girl we knew from before. She can handle it. You're killing yourself by hiding your scars.’ Kaiden sighed, ‘This is the second time I've done it. Stop being so dramatic. We're not dying anytime soon.’ Kaiden just had to wait for Elixir to get out of the love bubble with his mate and get him the elixir he needed. Weakness quickly overcame the King and soon he slept off. Hiding his scars from Odessa had taken a lot of energy from him.

The crowd gasped, a unified sound of terror and awe. The man slowly lifted his head. It was Kairi. But it wasn't the Kairi I had lost. This was a Kairi forged in the crucible of the shattered multiverse. His face was harder, his eyes held a storm of cosmic weariness, and a jagged, luminous scar cut across his cheek, pulsing with the same dead light as the tear in the sky. But his eyes… when they found mine, the storm in them stilled. In their depths was the same fierce, unwavering love that had defied death itself.

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."

My boyf- fiancé! After everything, Kaden’s stab injury has been cleaned, fixed, his internal injuries resolved and he is healing well; it is a relief to see him regaining the colour in his features, and the smile appear on his lips. It makes my heart soar; me on the other hand, I’m still in recovery so to speak- my bruises and minor injuries are almost gone, but thanks to the severity of my thigh wounds and the several operations to remove glass and skin grafts, I am still in a lot of pain. I will scar slightly, but the grafts will minimise the lasting memories of that horrid incident. If it wasn’t for him, I know Ricky wouldn’t have hesitated to end my life.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

Stace asked referring to the cut on my lips The answer to those questions bursted through the doors to the cafeteria and marched towards our table. It was Harry, his face was wrapped with bandages, so was his hands with a few bruises on his legs. Hmmm Jack did a great job reconstructing his face. "You" he yelled pointing at me attracting the attention of the other students in the cafeteria "You think you've won right? You think because this punk that follows you around beat me up that I'm gonna run scared huh? Here's a news flash for you I'm not yet done with you yet, I'm gonna make you regret what you did to me, you'll pay for ruining my face....

It darts forward to attack me. I tilt my body and dodge the attack. Then I summon up my strength and pounce on him. As I get close to him, I’m surprised to notice a long scar running from his forehead to his neck. It’s a long and horrible scar. I’m sure that I’ve seen it! He makes another attempt to attack me. I dodge, but the distraction of the scar and my dizziness slow me down. I’m attacked on my shoulder blade. And blood seeps through my shirt immediately. Damn it!

Then he's bare from the waist up, and I finally see what I've only felt through the bond. He's beautiful. Not in the way pretty boys are beautiful. In the way predators are beautiful. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. A trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband. Scars scattered across his ribs—some old and faded, some newer. The body of a man who has fought for everything he has. I reach up and trace one of the scars. A thin white line curving over his ribs. "Where did you get this?" "Knife fight. I was nineteen."