Kaido Scars Novels & Stories

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.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

for the biography. The bandage fell away, and I had to swallow a gasp. His hand was a roadmap of surgical scars—angry, red lines that crisscrossed his palm and wrist. It looked fragile, almost skeletal. Lila took his hand in hers, her fingers moving with a gentle, practiced intimacy. She began to rub a specialized oil into the scars, her touch lingering on his skin. "Does this hurt?" she whispered. "Everything hurts, Lila," Kai muttered, his eyes closing. He leaned his head back, his throat exposed, and for a second, the tension in his body seemed to melt under her touch.

But I didn’t look away. Kai’s back was a canvas of pain. Against strong muscles was long, jagged scars that criss crossed against tanned skin. Brutal reminders of a battle he had faced with no one knowing. Some were pale, and seemed old but a few of them looked newer, red with anger. They weren’t scratches, they looked like lashes? Wounds meant to punish. And for a moment, everything I hated about him seemed to blur a bit. Who had done this to him?

This included the four deep and thick scars that crossed his chest, which not even his fast wolf’s self-healing ability could completely erase. Much thinner now, due to a rogue lifestyle, this disillusioned molester had still vowed to stay strong, agile, and flexible, waiting for the day he could get “his” mate back. Such mate, in the Kaiden’s twisted mind, was Diwa Denar, the girl he had been obsessed with for about twelve years now… And counting.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” “I wasn’t sure if you’d be turned off by the sight of my scar, it looks disgusting, Alder .” My mate laughed, a rough sound deep in his throat. He gripped my waist, eyes hungry and possessive. “You look like a goddess, Cassie. Your scar doesn’t make you any less desirable for me. Or do you find my scars repulsive? I have plenty of them, from the surgery that almost took my life, from trainings, so many of them.”

Very soon, Scar was broken down, his whole body filled with blood and cuts which although healing fast, left scars upon the ones already on his body because of the deep ridges the claws made on his body, majority of them tearing to the bone. The room was silent now, everyone watching the scene. “Coward…” Scar hissed silently. It was not more than a whisper, but it was loud and clear to the sharp ears of everyone in the room. He suddenly felt himself fly in the air again. His head hit against something very hard, probably a wall, and as he slid to the floor he felt Reno fighting and struggling against the shackles, compounding his pain. “Coward…” Scar hissed once more. The darkness swallowed

Kai stood under the spray, washing blood from his arm. Leo stepped in behind him and pressed his chest to Kai's back. He wrapped his arms around Kai's waist. "Let me wash you," Leo said. Kai tensed for a second then relaxed. "Fine." Leo took the soap and ran his hands over Kai's broad back. He traced the scars. Old bullet wounds. Knife marks. This man had lived through hell. "You have a lot of stories," Leo said. "None I want to tell." Leo kissed one of the scars. "One day you will."

Joseph handed it over to Adam, who accepted it with gratitude. Adam found a suitable spot in the open area beside the car to change. As he peeled off his wet shirt, a scar on his right chest became visible, leaving a noticeable mark. The scar told a story of experiences and challenges, perhaps hinting at a past filled with both triumphs and trials. Adam's body was well built, with muscles that spoke of dedication to physical fitness. Noah watched with interest, taking in the sight of Adam's well defined physique. To him, it was like watching a hero change into his costume, and the scar only added to the mystique. Despite being a four-year-old, Noah couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.