Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

“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

"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

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.”