Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

Lenore whispered. She was trembling as her eyes landed on her scar scattered back. Her back was almost completely covered in scars. They were all in various stages of healing. Some are still bright pink, others the color of her skin. Her back told a story of horror. Flashes of her step mother yelling about food being overcooked or undercooked; even though they were. Items going missing and mysteriously returning. Items breaking she was not ever involved. It was all just a punishment because she never belonged there. Tears slipped out of her eyes, her mouth trembling as it tried to hold back her cry. She didn't know seeing the scars would make her feel this way. How could anyone want to look

“Get on with it, or I will.” Greyson is nearly shouting, and Rosie stumbles out of her tent, roused by all the noise. “I did it for him.” Chick looks indignant, “She was lying to you. She showed me scars in her mind that she doesn’t even have.” George looks at Celine in her tank top and shorts, her scars clearly visible all over her body. Celine snorts and walks over to them, showing her scars to a now incredulous Chick. She hisses angrily,

But it’s enough. I reach out to grab a spool of black thread, my eyes falling on the exposed skin beneath the tape. My hand stops dead in mid-air. It’s a scar. But it isn't an injury from the pool, and it isn't a surgical mark. It is a brand. The scarred, raised flesh is shaped into a perfectly distinct, moon shaped crestent with three jagged, interlocking peaks that look like a mountain range, surrounded by a thick, circular border. It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron.

After everything! Tears ran down my eyes and I fisted my palm, curling my toes at the discomfort of being naked under Ares' gaze, as they bore holes into my flesh. I wondered what he was thinking. I had scars all over my arms, on my chest and stomach too. The only place Jax had refused to hurt were my legs. He was obsessed with them. I heard Ares groan as he released my hair, before reaching for the scar on my shoulder. It was a deep scar and I had gotten it when Jax had flinged me against the door in anger.

They rounded me again and one of them lunged for me and I dodged it but another one jumped on me from behind and its teeth sunk into my arm. I screamed in pain and I tried to shake it off. I raised the sharp branch I was holding and stuck it in its side. It let out a loud welp and jumped off me, tearing off some skin in the process. I winced in pain as I backed off from them. I couldn't hold up much longer but it was hard to just give up. I needed to live up to my father's mantra. Three of them lunged for me at once and I jumped out of the way but one of them caught me, giving the other a chance to sink their sharp teeth into my skin.

I reached for my oversized, cotton shirt, the one I used as a shield, a comfortable cocoon, but my gaze snagged on my reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back wasn’t the girl who used to cower beneath the weight of her father’s harsh words and Lisa and Chloe's physical assaults. My shoulders were broader now, my posture straighter, a testament to the disciplined workouts I had adopted. My arms, once thin and perpetually bruised, held a quiet strength. The faint ghost of old bruises, once a vibrant tapestry of purple and green, had faded to pale shadows on my skin. They were silent reminders of the torment I had endured, a constant whisper of life I struggled to leave behind. All exce

He said, before giving me another kiss on my forehead. He walked ahead and shifted. Goddess, he had good, strong legs and an amazing ass. I looked down at my body. I still had the scars on my shoulders, ribs, and legs from that day. I didn't have Beth yet, so they couldn't heal as well. They were a constant reminder of everything I wished to forget.

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

And just like yesterday, Leila suddenly spaces out, staring at Carmela’s bare and smooth arm. Why does she have no scar? Leila glances at the identical scar she and Carmela got on their wrists from ten years ago. They both just woke up to the wound on them and it was the very same night Carmela got the Phoenix mark. Carmela still has that scar, even after all these years but her arm that was torn open by the rogue’s claw has no single trace of a scar? “Carmi, your arm-” “My chicken! It’s going to get burnt,” Carmela shrieks, pulling her hand away from Leila and scurrying to the oven.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."