Kakashi Scars Novels & Stories

Mika just nods, deciding to not say anything or ask anything just yet so she won't interrupt his train of thoughts. "Well, the last time I saw her before now, she left me with a scar." Mika's eyes widen and she breaks her supposed to be kept silence. "What?! Where? Show me!" Luc softly laughs in his chest but it doesn't exactly reach his eyes. "It's not a physical scar, it's more a mental one." Mika is shocked.

I’m sure I’m also the reason for that pinched brow and icy expression more often than not. “I want to know,” I whine, arching my knee as he settles deeper between my legs. We’re still separated by our clothing, but he’s bare save for his boxes as I run my hands down his back. But I pause as my hands drift over a network of scars. “What happened to you?” He shushes me, leaning in to kiss me again. “Nothing you need to worry about. I’m a warrior.” Still, the thought of him hurt makes my heart twist.

I can't even wear the dresses I like because of these scars. My eyes widened when I felt his hot breath roaming on my chest. I looked down and my eyes widened all of a sudden when he pressed his lips on my scars. My breath hitched and I put my hands on his shoulder to push him away but he didn't budge. He kissed each line of the scar and I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Things accelerated pretty quickly. What is this man? At first, he wanted to kill me and now he's kissing my scars. Kissing my scars through his mask. Holy yet so unholy.

Akira scream his body jerked awake,his heart hammer in his chest. "Mom" The light from the window hit his eyes "Mom" He said sitting upright he scout the room he's in and noted with gloom that he's still in the room hope left him earlier,his mother was gone...he realized. Akira sigh proceeding to take off his shirt, he suddenly gasp looking at his skin, it was back to normal with no wounds or signs of injury,he sniff rubbing the scale mark on his arm and stood up in trance spotting a bright light stream from a slightly ajar door.

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.

he queried, sweeping his hand on the scrapes on my stomach. I absentmindedly recoiled a little from his grasp with fear patent in my voice. Alpha Damon didn't protest or get a hold of me. He threw the bed sheet on me and sat up on the bed with the atmosphere of sexual tension earlier replaced with awkward silence. There are a lot of scars on my body since as a wolf, I only get healed but the wound always remains. The burn on my stomach was given to me by Karen, that was last year. I was pushed from the pavement of my uncle's house and I fell hard on my stomach, unfortunately, there were glasses on the floor that injured my stomach deeply.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

I give him a nod, reaching over, taking a slice of the pizza. "Why didn't you heal? Like why did your wounds scar like that?" I've received many wounds over the past two months since I started to train with the pack warriors and I've seen others receive nasty wounds, but they always heal, not leaving a trace of any signs of a wound. So why did he scar? He looks over at me, before looking away again. I can see how uncomfortable I've made him feel with me highlighting those scars on his face. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I was just wondering." I look at him, seeing that those scars are a sore subject for him.

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.