Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

I found myself saying, as though the half-glass of wine was filling me with a sense of newfound courage. Logan paused for a few moments, then sighed. “It actually tore up my face pretty good. I was playing out in the backyard and I guess it got off the leash. Came at me like a wild animal. Blood everywhere, and I had to get stitches. Look at this.” When he finished speaking, he pointed toward a scar above his eye. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he had pointed it out, it was clear as day. A small, jagged line crossing through his eyebrow, causing the hair there to split.

"Put those on." I caught them before they landed on my face and started to undress, pulling on the sports gear. Alexis had dressed me up a couple of times, so I no longer felt uncomfortable undressing in her presence, despite my scars. I stood before the mirror barefoot and studied myself. A scar ran down the length of my right arm, twisting and curving, stark white against me ivory skin. The leggings covered my legs, but the sports bra left my arms, midriff and back exposed. "Aren't these a little too... revealing?", I asked.

"It’s already scabbed over, so it's safe to touch." Beneath her fingertips, she felt a thin layer of scab. "Does it still hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt anymore," he reassured her. "I wonder if the scar will be noticeable," she murmured. On his body, the scar was like a crack on a delicate piece of artwork, and that crack was caused by her. "If you think it's ugly, I can get a scar removal treatment once the scab falls off in a few days. But I actually quite like it," Lucas said.

In the small, quiet room, as his trembling hands undid the first button of my dress. Caleb froze. My body was covered in a network of scars, old and new. There were bruises from combat training, and purple marks that spoke of the countless times Lydia's followers had ganged up on me. There were burn scars from silver weapons, silvery white tracks snaking across my ribs. There were marks from energy blasts, the eternal sigils left when a wolf's spirit is damaged. And... the claw marks he himself had left. The deep scratches were a reminder of every "punishment" he had dealt me.

The red blood slid down slowly on her face, painting it red. The white loose shirt she was wearing is also covered in dirt and because she was wearing short shorts, her legs were covered by small wounds, old and new. She was on her bare feet but she was wearing slippers a while ago. She lost the pair in her run after realizing that it was easier to run without them. "Found you." Leon said in a low and manly voice. This kind of voice can make girls go crazy, she was no exemption. She will also squeal like a hyena and will even blush because of it.

His hand under my grip shook forcefully, tempting to burst through. My grip tightened. But smiling, I let go, not today, not this way.Stepping back, I pulled my shirt over my head. The scars and marks across my ribs were still healing...but still very much evident, plastered all the way to my back. Lev’s eyes darkened. “You said that there were no casualties.” "Yes, there were no casualties, I didn’t die, just a few scars, they will heal.” He stared at me like I was a stranger.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

I was about to leave hugging him when he grabbed my hand and held it. "Are they ugly, baby?" he asked me hoarsely. One of his hands traced my head and pressed it even closer to his cheek. "No. They're beautiful. They're beautiful." I'm not lying. His scars are like tattoo on his back. A masterpiece and perfectly drawn. I closed my eyes and gave him a kiss his neck. "The wolf escaped doing that to him. But i managed to break one of his legs. He's not can still run." I was shocked by what i heard from Luhan.

Lusia. She stood beneath the cascading water, steam curling around her delicate frame like a lover’s embrace. Her skin glistened, covered in a soapy lather that slid down the curves of her body, tracing the scars that marred her flesh. Those scars—each one a testament to the suffering she had endured—should have repulsed me. But instead, they fascinated me. They were proof of her resilience, of the fire that burned within her despite everything she had been through.

Each of them had so many stories they needed to share this time. "It's not that bad. There is a doctor who treats all my wounds. Mr. Wilder not only beat me, he treated me well." "Look at your cheeks." Lexie almost cried when her hand touched Kaella's cheek which had a scar in the shape of a cross line. "He made your face disfigured." “Tsk, it's not that bad. Really I'm fine with this scar. Instead I feel that my face looks even more attractive with this scar.”