Love Hurts Love Scars Novels & Stories

He needs the know what he is getting his self into. Oh God help me. How will Chris take the news. Did Emery do the right thing Will Chris ever forgive the twins for for deceiving him. Don't forget to vote and comment

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

"Clark drew it for me himself. He said it represents a true, pure love." She paused, her tone growing even more venomous. "Oh, by the way, the rune is in just the right spot to cover that ugly scar you got saving him. Clark said he was sick of looking at it, that it was a constant reminder of his weakness. Now, it's covered forever by our love. Isn't that perfect?" The vision faded. I wiped a trickle of blood from my lip. Forcing a mental link hurts both parties, but clearly, Layla didn't care.

Lisa had done this many times before, but this time, it would definitely not be felt. Lisa wrote a short message on a piece of paper. It was just an apology to her family and to Mark. She was also grateful for everything she had received so far. If she couldn't get Mark, what was the point of Lisa living? The cut on Lisa's arm was like an addictive ecstasy. One cut, two cuts, and more. Lisa lost count of how many times the sharp blade of the small carving knife sliced her arm. A trickle of blood ran down Lisa's arm, staining her light blue dress. Lisa's breathing quickened as the blood flowed faster and faster from her cuts. Lisa let go of the bloodied carving knife on the floor. This pain h

It all sounds great to have someone, but it's scary to think how easily they could just leave and take that happiness with them. Loving someone is scary, but loving a damaged person is far worse. When you fall in love with someone that's damaged, you take on the weight of their past, their pain and their guilt. You must be strong and you must be patient. You can stop the bleeding and help them scar over, but they will always be a little broken and perhaps break you too unintentionally while you try to fix their shattered pieces. But if you can handle the dents and the cracks; if you can learn to trust them, then you will find no better lover because they are prepared for anything and they un

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

He must have noticed I was looking because he tried to cover his scars but stop when he felt pain shot through his leg. “I know these scars look bad but it happened to me for a good reason… I wasn’t a good boy so my mom taught me a lesson. She did it to me because she cared about me. That is the way she shows her love for me.” Merrill smiled at me but it looked like it was forced. He looked like he wanted to cover the scars on his leg from me to see it but he couldn’t move without hurting himself.

Ethan ran his hand through his hair frustratedly, “Lisa that shouldn't do anything to us,I love you I assure you I will never allow you to ever get hurt again” Scar stared at him in disbelief, “Do you know what you are asking of me,to forget everything come back even if I were a robot and could somehow erase my memory,what about the scars hmmm” She asked moving closer to him. “What about the scars” She yelled,the pain in her heart was greater than the one in her body. “Lisa I told you I don't care about the scars I love you,I don't even see it,you are God damn gorgeous,I see you for you,and everyone does also,we are all solidly behind you”

They didn’t make it inside.The rain was cold and his mouth was hot and somewhere between the terrace and the doorway they stopped caring about the difference. His hands found the hem of her shirt his shirt, the one she’d stolen from the laundry because it smelled like cedar and pulled it over her head, and the rain hit her bare skin and she gasped against his mouth and he swallowed the sound like it was something he’d been starving for.She pulled his wet shirt open. Buttons scattered across the stone floor like tiny gunshots. His chest was scarred beneath not just the jaw, but everywhere, a map of violence written across his skin in raised white lines and old burns and the particular pattern

I know that I kissed you without your consent and apologised for that as well. When I realised my love for you ,I tried my best to give you all the love ,care and everything which I could give you. Maybe I am not World's best husband material but I tried to be the best one for you...only you . I know you don't want to stay in this relationship, you hate me…...but I am so much loyal to you, I care for you because I love you...I am sincere about you and our marriage and I have proven that to you time and again but still you don't trust me. " He yelled at me. I just kept on sobbing, understanding his pain behind his anger.