Love Hurts Love Scars Novels & Stories

I held his hand and said, "Hey, it's fine. i always felt embarrassed about my scars but... To be honest, I'm feeling grateful to have this scar on my body." He kissed the scar and said, "And, this will be the last scar you'll be bearing on this body, lucy." and we continued on whatever we were doing before. Loneliness and emptiness were the only things I grew up with. I never cared about anyone since I don't know what love is. I fought all my life only to survive in this mean world. But now, I have someone that I need to fight for. I now know what love is and I am ready to fight for this love to last.

Nyla and Mia are in the room and Nyla turn on the light. Mia asked Nyla to take and bath so that she will feel better, her parents are not home and Nyla doesn’t want to hear anything about her mom. She says her mom is heartless and does not deserves to be forgiven because her mistakes have not only affects her life but had tarnished her completely. Nyla’s mom have never tell her daughter that she’s having a son somewhere. Nyla is innocent of all the happenings yet her mom’s past is affecting her.

With that words, he left leaving me broke once again. I knew no one will ever love me after seeing the scars on my body. I look at myself in the mirror tracing the marks with my fingers and crying as I trace everyone. My first ugly scar was from my father when I ate one night without preemption he took a knife and sliced my stomach saying that no food he brought can fill my stomach. My knees buckle and I fell to the floor crying. "Why! Why can't no one love me? Why can't you just take me away God! Why do I have to live this life of abuse, and humiliation? Why did you take the only two people who ever loved me away?"

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

“I guess I can see what you’re saying, but this…this is too much.” “Good thing I disagree.” “No. Not a good thing. The thing with my scars as they are a symbol to me now. They’re a symbol to me that I survived some of thing horrific. What will your scars symbolize?” “It is my reminder that no matter how much it may hurt, never to turn my back on those that need me the most. To pay attention, and to show those that I love, that I do actually love them, at all times.” “But scars?”

I lifted my gaze to him, demanding an answer for his actions. “Scars set you apart from everyone else. They don’t ruin your identity; they give you a unique identity. I will make you fall in love with everything about yourself like I do. I will kiss your scars so many times that when you see them — the first thing that comes to your mind is not the scar, but our memories they hold. I will leave my permanent marks in your mind — in your memories. So that before you say you love me, you can proudly say you love yourself more.”

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR — Aphrodite — Some people think the worst part is breaking someone. They’re wrong. The worst part is when they still love you afterward. When they look at you the way Duncan Moretti did that night—with eyes that begged to forget and hands that ached to destroy. When they love you so much they want to see you ruined, just to feel a little less broken themselves. That’s the kind of love you never walk away from. That’s the kind of love that scars.

These questions need answers so we can reveal the hidden truths. Scars have a unique strength; they remind us of our struggles over time. Many say time heals all wounds, but I disagree. Scars are reminders of our journeys. Time may ease the pain a little, like a gentle touch, but the hurt stays underneath. Our minds try to keep us sane by covering this pain, making it less sharp but never completely getting rid of it. You might see me as a complex person made from love, but remember, every part of me comes from my deep affection for you.