Love Hurts Love Scars Novels & Stories

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

Chapter Twenty — The Scar Elena sat on the edge of the bathtub, towel wrapped tightly around her body. Steam clung to the mirror, blurring her reflection, softening the edges of a face she barely recognized anymore. The scar on her ribcage peeked out from the fold of her towel—thin, silver, and deceptively small. But she remembered every second of how it got there. The wine bottle. The screaming. The silence afterward that had hurt worse. She hadn’t meant to cry. But the moment she caught sight of the scar, something inside cracked. The tears came hot and fast—grief and rage and shame braided together.

Lexon felt his Little Wolf's rigid body relax, as he looked into his eyes while kissing the scar he is so ashamed of. Lexon lifted his chest higher off his little wolf's and trailed his fingers over all the scars that littered his chest and stomach. "I love you so much, my little wolf! I wish every time I touched these scars with my fingertips or lips, it kissed the pain away that caused them. I don't hate the scars or think they're ugly. But what I do hate, is what caused them. I hate that someone hurt you like this. But you and everything you are, including these scars are beautiful.

Just one hit on the jaw, and he's already lying unconsciously on the floor. I didn't mean to hurt her, but f*ck I was new to this. I was raised and trained to be a murderer. I was a killer machine. I fell in love once and regretted it. Love made me weak and stupid. But..here I was head over heels in love with a woman who had no reserve for everything. She laughed loud, talked too much, moved, and ate with no poise at all, and d*mn there wasn't a day that she would look for trouble. The moment the back of my palm collided with her soft reddish cheek, I knew I was done. She would never forgive me.

He kissed the scar on my chest softly, making me close my eyes. “It’s not ugly, Maddie,” he whispered, looking into my eyes. “You really don’t think it’s disgusting? Isn’t it... horrible?” I asked. “This scar shows that you saved my life. How could I ever think that’s disgusting?” he said with a soft smile. “I love you, Maddie—every part of you, including your scars. They only make me love you more.” His words felt like music to my ears, so beautiful they took my breath away.

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Oh, you're beautiful, oh, you're beautiful There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful This song always remind me that I'm beautiful no matter how many scars I have. Because I'm strong today because of those scars. Because from every wound there is a scar , and every scars tell's a story a story that say's. I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars

I shook my head multiple times and forced him to look at me. "I know. I'm sorry," I cried harder. "I'm sorry for refusing you. I'm sorry for hurting you. I don't want to hurt you, Caleb. I love you so much. Damn me for fooling myself that I don't love, because ever since we became friends and then lovers, I never stopped loving you. I always did. You see, I have to deny it. I have to push you away, because I know that this will happen. I want to prepare you. Because if I tell you that I fucking love you, I know you will do this. And I don't want you to sacrifice your life for a worthless bitch like me!" I confessed. He bit his lower lip while looking at me with tears pooling in his eyes.

His palms on the either side side of her head, as he balancing his weight and hovers over her. "No Vivian... it's-' She chuckles again and next he knows, she pulls away her shirt desperately, leaving her only in her innerwear. His eyes widen but he doesn't stop, too shocked to say anything. "I am no longer beautiful. I have these scars that remind you of her....is this why don't want me now Ethan?" He states down at her body and the scars make him clench his fists....he hated himself...each healed line making him hate himself more.

"I love you so much. All my love has always been for you." I pull his shirt off, the sleeves catching on his wrists, and he practically rips them off. Now that he's less clothed, the scent I love grows stronger, and I can feel the heat of his skin. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and stroke the rough scars on his shoulder blade. His hand buries itself in my hair, touching my healed scar. We're both asking each other for forgiveness. There's no one in the world who can touch me the way he can.