Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Pointing to me. The way Reese looked, my presence made the bad morning even shitty. But I hardly noticed it. I was too fascinated by his bare upper body. Not because he was so well trained, but because of the large scar that covered the chest, shoulder and upper arm on the right side. The whole skin there looked like it had melted and set again like wax. "Well, stared enough, or do I have to make you another drawing?" I didn't even go into his aggressive demeanor. "What happened to you?" Because that certainly wasn't Proles.

"Sarah." She turned around with her teeth bared. "Legolas," she growled. As Sarah turned around,fear and guilt replaced the relief Legolas felt when he first identified his mate. Large scars ran down half of Sarah's face and Legolas vaguely remembered swiping her with his claws. "Did I do that?" He asked softly as he moved to touch it, losing all train of thought. Sarah snared at his hand, ready to snap off his fingers with her teeth. "Touch me again and you'll lose you a limb," she threatened, hoping to God that Aleena doesn't choose this moment to ask her to redo her hair.

he retorted, a hint of confusion tainting his voice. "Well, typically, scars that have been present for over a decade tend to gradually fade due to metabolic processes," Gwyneth replied, recalling the scar she had observed at the hospital. She was certain she hadn't misjudged it. Elizabeth's scar couldn't be more than a few years old at most. Furthermore, burns and scalds affected muscles differently, with scalds generally healing faster.

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

I wordlessly stared at him as he searched me for signs of injuries or distress while breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Then, I noticed three scars on him which Alex seemed to have picked up on that same moment because we shared a confused expression. There was no plausible explanation for the confusion those scars sparked. How was it possible for Logan to be sporting identical scars in the exact spots as me?

She continued exploring his skin with her fingertips, and was surprised when she grazed something that felt foreign. Lena shifted onto her elbow and looked more closely, and her eyes widened in horror when she saw that Renz had various thin, long scars that ran perfectly tangential to his vertebrae. They varied in length and in depth, and possibly in age, but they looked as if they were all caused by the same type of object. "What are you doing, little Lena?" Renz asked, his voice extra low from sleep. Lena gasped and quickly removed her hand apologetically.

Things I can't identify. "Strip to the waist," he orders. "Both of you." I remove my shirt. Stand in just my sports bra. The scars covering my arms and stomach are visible. Evidence of every fight. Every injection. Every time my body tried to kill itself. Alexei's scars are different. Surgical. Precise. The marks of someone who's been cut open and studied. "Step into the circle," Konstantin instructs. "Face each other." We step inside. The silver circle tingles against my bare feet. Alexei is close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.

I couldn’t wait to show them. Jasmine was the first to notice us. "Why are you dragging her like that? What happened?" "Look!" Thania said, pushing my hair back again. Joshua leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait a minute... is it just me or..." "It’s gone!" Jasmine gasped. "No way!" "How?!" I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden. "I found some herbs in one of the books. It mentioned scar healing. I tried it. I didn’t think it would work, but... it did."

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.