Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

Grim pulled himself off the floor and sat down on a bench. “Did you have to kick so fucking hard?” “Did you have to be such a fucking asshole?” Reese and Rook chuckled. “You know, Demi. That scar would be a nice tattoo.” Rook looked at my leg. I looked down at it. I hadn’t really even looked at it much before. Just sparing a glance at it. It was just like I had seen with the Moon Goddess. “I’ll get a tattoo the moment Luca does.” Resuming my run, Rook and Reese looked over at Luca. Luca’s eyebrow shot up, but otherwise didn’t stop lifting.

Ara was explaining how she saw her struggling to come down the stairs, while his mother and Anna were all over the leg, Ann was holding bag of cold peas on her leg. "My God Miss Ann! How did you manage to sprained your ankle?" Lady Arnold scolded after talking to a maid. "Don't tell me you fell down the stairs" Ara gasped. "She would have been spotting a head injury if that happened" Anna drawled. "Well... I slipped from the ladder while picking a book" Ann whispered her throat hurts and she was afraid she would burst into tears at how they were fussing over her injury. It had been a while since anyone had worried over her health.

Lucas’s eyes followed her hand. “Does it still hurt you?” Arabella kept her hand on the one inch wide, five inch long scar. It did not twist or pucker up like most scars did. She could only imagine it was because of the magic that was used. Still, it was an ugly mark that would never go away, a harsh reminder of her foolishness. “No, baby. Sometimes it twinges, but that is about all.” Lucas smiled at his mom and kissed her cheek. “You are the most beautifulest mom ever, the scar just makes you dangerous looking>” Now Lucas broke out in a boyish grin, giggles erupting from his throat.

I guess she did not want to see the lifetime reminder I had of my childhood. “Do not fret about it Alma. Everything I went through only made me stronger, and in truth I am a better Luna because of it. Unlike some children that were fed with a silver spoon, I know what it means to work.” I wanted Melissa to hear my words. It has been so long since anyone other than Caleb has seen me nude that I had forgotten about the scars. Being a wolf means that we heal quickly, so it is unusual for us to have scars. When I wound is inflicted upon a child that has never shifted though, and that child receives no medical attention then yes, a scar may form. I had several small scars on my body, but my lower

After that, all of them started to look at the man and Lacey, not sure if what Leon said was true! "Everyone, don't listen to him! My sister's scars were caused by Elegante's products. They aren't burn marks at all!" The long-faced man hurriedly denied it. After that, he pushed Lacey forward and shot her a look, "Lacey, tell everyone if what I said is true!" "Yes, my scars were caused by Elegante's cosmetics," Lacey said with an uncertain glint in her eyes, not daring to meet Leon's sharp gaze.

Dominic said. Leesa moved her hand away from Cali’s arm. All three of them looked down at her elbow. There was no trace of the scrape—no blood, no loose skin, nothing. Instead, they saw a smooth patch of skin, several shades lighter than the rest of Cali’s tan arm, but otherwise unblemished. Leesa couldn’t believe she had healed Cali’s scrape on just her second try. It hadn’t been much of a wound, for sure, but it was completely gone nonetheless.

I answered. “Good. Now go get small fry black shorts.” Lexi waved him off. He bounced away as I giggled. Lexi giggled with me, Then stood, and came toward me. I watched her walk to me through the mirror. She was looking at visible part of my left shoulder blade. “How long is that scar?” Lexi asked quietly. “It stretches across, and down the bottom of the right side of my rib cage.” I whispered. “Looks like it hurt.” “It did. It was very deep. Almost to the bone deep.”

“How was the surgery?” “It went well, but the injuries were severe. The patient’s still in critical condition.” Adora didn’t respond right away. Instead, she sat up and switched on the light. “What are you doing?” She waved him over like she was calling over a child. “Turn around. Let me see.” Louis immediately knew what she meant. He let out a helpless laugh but still slipped off his sleep shirt and turned his back to her. On the left side of his back, the long scar across his shoulder blade—nearly four inches—was almost fully healed.

Una bats at my hands as I raise her skirt. “Hold these.” I shove it into her arms and sit back on my heels. She’s got her weight on the good leg, propping herself up on the ball of the other foot. The scars are awful. I skim my fingers over them as gently as I can. She sucks in a breath. “Do they hurt?” “The scars? No.” “But the leg hurts.” You can tell. If she’s been standing or walking awhile, her face gets real serious and strained. “Sometimes.”

The point was—on that flawless jade-like back was a long, ghastly scar running across it! Raina couldn’t help but gasp. The scar extended from his left shoulder diagonally down his back, nearly spanning its full length. Though it had healed and was clearly an old wound, it still twisted grotesquely across his skin, making one wonder just how severe the injury had been to leave such a mark behind. Just then, Leif said, “Did I scare you?” Raina snapped out of her daze and realized she had been silently staring at his back for quite a while. He had probably misunderstood, thinking the scar had frightened her.