Love Hurts Love Scars Novels & Stories

“Then, just believe me when I say that the less you know, the safer it is for you. All you need to know right now is that this stays between us and my father needs to believe we still hate each other. Got it?” “Yes,” I reply. I furrow my eyebrows and ask, “Can I see, again?” I catch the shame that flashes in his eyes and he says, “I don’t want you to look at them.” “Why not?” I ask. “Because they’re ugly and disturbing and it’s the part of me I hate most,” he answers. “I don’t hate any part of you. I hate the man that put them there and I hate that you had to go through that but I don’t hate the scars, and I don’t think they’re ugly either.” He searches my eyes for something and then without

Her ribcage literally bounced without her knowledge making her clench her hand tightly around her back, she don't want to do something stupid. She has scars marring all over her once flawless body. One ran from her lower rib to her hipbone, it does not look like it would disappear anytime soon. There are little ones that are slowly fading away and the bruises are now dark purple which means they will disappear soon. None of the scars look permanent but it didn't stop her heart from tightening further in her chest. She swallowed again while looking away from the sight that will surely hunt her till forever. She's always loathed and abhorred scars, she hates them, she despise them from the bot

But here I was, cracked open by the softest touch and the quiet presence of the one person I never thought I’d trust. “It hurts,” I said, my voice a ragged whisper. I didn’t look at her, couldn’t. “I’ve been holding it in so long. I forgot what it’s like to say that out loud.” She didn’t flinch or pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice tender and calm, like a balm itself. “It’s okay. Scars are meant to hurt.” Her fingers brushed my hand gently, reassuring. “You know, my grandma used to say… no medicine in the world could heal a scar better than love.”

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

Scar frowns with more confusion than frustration, too calm for Ava’s taste, “Like, how it has been my whole life? It might have hurt before when I thought my savior loved my bully, but…” Her unsaid words wipe the smirk off Ava’s face. “I mean, we both know he never loved you,” Scar shrugs lightly, looking surprised, “let’s just stop pretending that showing off his love for you is some new trick you just got, okay? It stopped hurting long before he found out the truth. It hurts, because you care. Seriously, let yourself go, Ava. You are the only one who is still trapped in the past.” When she said “stopped hurting”, the man freezes so totally, even his rubbing thumbs go stiff.

what if he hadn’t fucked me because of the scars and not for the hate he used as an armor to belittle me? I knew he hated me, but what if these scars played more major roles than I’d have guessed. And the covered portraits in the hallway suggested the same. I looked at up at him, my gaze tracing his scarred cheek. And a sadness I couldn’t ignore or suppress washed over me. My chest tightened in response and I hated myself for that. “Are you done?” he bit out, slipping his hand free from mine. I held on to his fingers tighter. My voice came out hoarse from emotions I didn’t know how to name. “Not yet.”

He moved slowly to his feet, his movements careful, like he was approaching something fragile that might shatter. “Did you really think these scars would make me love you less?” His tone was low, wrecked. “Did you think I would look at these marks and choose Irina over you? That I would see them and feel disgust instead of rage? Blondie… I would love you with a thousand scars. I would love you if your whole body was covered in them. I would trace every single one with my mouth and thank God you are still breathing. I would kill for you. I would die for you. These do not change a damn thing except how badly I want to make Irina bleed for every second she touched you.” “That’s not the point!”

“I know you told me not to worry about my scars, but I—” Rhobart’s eyes filled with love, and he removed her tunic and undergarments and started tracing all the scars he could find with his fingers and lips. “You are so beautiful, you take my breath away. The scars only add to your beauty!” He looked into her eyes. “I love you, t’xoria, scars and all! Now and forever!” “I love you, Rho! Now and forever!” she said, and Rhobart removed the rest of their clothes.

"You know, every time I got hurt, while the pain throbbed, I'd imagine that someday it'd all come back to me—the suffering turning into love and good things. These scars prove I survived... and you prove I won the love... and all the good stuff." I brushed her hair aside and traced the scar at the nape of her neck. Then I confessed. "I spent my whole life profiting off millions of people's illnesses... but I could never heal my own pain. Then you showed up... and proved the cure was love. The love of the woman I tried to destroy in every way I could."

Scar knew, at that very moment, that the veins that surrounded their hearts had unified and tangled so surreptitiously, he could almost feel her heartbeat so perfectly in tune with his own. Scar sat up slowly. Red streaks lined his face as if his tears had been blades, they stained his tanned skin making him look tarnished and battered. The memories of Lani were always so much to handle for him, they cut through the connection they'd built so deeply and it hurt, beyond belief. Though, Scar had come to the completely certain realisation that the girl he'd left behind... ...was the love of his life.