Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

I said as I moved to stand closer to Carson. Cole stepped forward, “I do not think you should do this, Jess,” he murmured, as Carson agreed. “I feel great, Jessica. No pain, the scar is healing. My leg will be good as new by tomorrow,” Carson stated. I shook my head, “I need to be certain,” I commented before I slipped from my body.

working. I tried to resist but he started showing an unnatural amount of strength. Holding one of my paws messed up by balance, after all, I still wasn't used to this body. When he had a full grip on it, he pushed me to my surprise. I toppled over and lay flat on my back. It was going to be a struggle to get back on all fours again. Blade eventually gets up on both of his feet. He takes off his torn shirt which still has the claw marks on it. His chest is lean and defined with plump biceps and hard abs. The scratches I gave him earlier rested above his abs and they seemed to be healing themselves. As I struggled to get up, Blade came towards me and it seemed that with every step, his scars s

“Why did you lose control? I did nothing wrong other than touching you.” “Touching me is everything wrong,” he chips in. “But then I’m still an asshole for reacting in that manner.” “Do you hate my hands on you that much?” My heart clenches with pain. It hurts that he hates me touching him, but as for me… I’d kill to have his fingers on my body. “You’re not at fault, Lira. I have scars all over my body and it’s traumatizing. It itches when someone touches me.” Scars?

"Who said you are going to meet him? You have a new trainer. Now, off to the bath now. Stop wasting time, I don't think he has all the time in the world." "It was a huge relief to know that Alfred would not be training me." I rushed into the shower. After I was done, I wore a black tank top and a pair of black leggings. Lilian took the time to disinfect my injury and put in some new gauze, to hide the scars that were still very much filled with blood. "Will there be a scar?" "If it heals properly, there would be no scarring." I would have had a scar tattooed into my skin, to make it look like a victory wound or something. A subtle reminder of what world I was and how I didn't die trying to

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".

The limb possessed a special bandage on his forearm, a dressing she imagined contained medicine. His anatomy was incredible, fiber, muscle, exercise. But the most striking thing was not his incredible nakedness, or his divine limb growing under there. She moved closer and was able to look at him in detail through the glass of the shower. Leonel had scars on various parts of his body. She could see the one on his legs. And before he turned around, the ones on his back. When he became aware of her presence, she then saw the ones on his torso and those on the side, remembering to see something, a hint, of how they did all that to him, in the terrible video that Gael showed her.

Kyros grabbed him by his face and spoke through gritted teeth, "Your reaction leaves me feeling useless, Lucian. Aren't you scared?" Lucian wasn't angered by Kyros' actions. He showed no inclination to engage. The calmer he remained, the more hysterical Kyros became. He forcefully tore Lucian's clothes, exposing the scars on his chest. "Have you forgotten the pain after your scars healed?" His fingers danced across a scar and forcefully dug his nails in. Blood dripped down between the cracks of his fingers and onto the sheets. "Shall I help jog your memory? Back in that basement …"

I don't believe him, I don't see how I'll ever be able to again but he's adamant he's got an idea that'll work. This morning I finally looked at my injuries properly. I started with my dick while I was relieving myself. The head of my cock has lots of small cuts that have scabbed over and bruised slightly. They should be healed soon enough, as they aren't all that painful. My back however, is a different story. When I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and saw the lashes for the first time I almost broke down crying. There is so many of them. They're scabs now, but the skin around them is still an angry red colour. No wonder it hurts so bad when anything touches them. The worst part is

"Other than the doctor, who was completely insane, and the nurse who Kas seemed to trust, there wasn't a single wolf in the pack that the Elders spoke to who had not either hit her or said shitty things to her." "Lenora said her scars are intense." Milo says quietly after a minute of silence. "Yeah, like Freddie Krueger intense. Our doctors called the marks on her back 'keloid scars'. They are thick and raised up like big bumps. Usually only humans get them. They said it's because that fucker used wolfsbane on whatever he was whipping her with and it made it more difficult to heal. Imagine how damn strong you have to be to go through abuse like that and live. She was just a kid. She didn't h