Medusa Piercing Scar Novels & Stories

She pressed her fingers against her temples. Her voice was quick, certain and almost blabbering. Connel's gaze rested on her calmly, his eyes squinted. He let her spill her worries and he moved closer, close enough they seemed tangled. “A tattoo?” He asked, his tone low and measured. “Yes,” Ariel paused. “It was that of a needle and thread, like a reminder of a stitch or a scar. She has a scar right on the same wrist where the ink was drawn.” “A scar.” Connel didn't understand why she was focused on it. “You bump into hundreds of people in this city. Ariel, why does this one matter?” He questioned.

Gwyneth stared at the hideous scar in the mirror, lost in thought. It had been ages since she had taken a close look at it. The scar ran horizontally across her abdomen, starting from the front and stretching toward her side, even reaching further toward her back. Gwyneth pursed her lips and delicately traced her fingertips along the scar. It no longer elicited any pain, but the fact that she had been young when her skin was burned meant that the nerves beneath the scar had suffered damage. As a result, whenever her scar was touched, she would experience a peculiar sensation—a constant reminder that her nerves had not yet fully recovered.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

Megan, the healer in charge of Tessa, told me she was being discharged. By the time I reached the healing room, she was already gone. Back at my apartment, I found her waiting on the couch, bubbling with excitement. I hadn’t expected that. “Are you… alright?” I asked. “Yes! I’m perfectly fine; I don’t feel a thing. But see…” She pulled down her shirt to reveal a tattoo. The tattoo was common after marking—once the scar faded, a symbol appeared where the mark had been. Usually, it was some intricate designs, patterns, or a moon symbol, but Tessa’s was different. It was a rose, its stem wrapped in thorns.

But I have to be very careful not to scratch that place because new skin could get itchy sometimes and it could get red and bloody again. I ask Hira to cut all of my nails later. She laughs while nodding. I can't wear any jewellery right now which is like a heaven. Everybody has already left after helping me get changed in simple pink lehanga. My hair are open today as I washed it earlier. I stand in front of mirror and look at myself in it. I remove hair from my right side and see a long red scar there, running from just little below my right side jaw, then down to the curve of my shoulder where it slowly fades away. I adjust my sleeve over my shoulder after seeing the scar and sigh.

Even through the sound proofing of his room! I licked the wound and it slowly turned into a small crescent moon image. Almost as if I had tattooed it onto his skin. I literally jumped off him and the bed and rushed to the mirror to see what my mark looked like. My fingers softly stroked the small stars that were formed just above my collarbone. Two small stars had formed right where his teeth punctured my skin, and I loved it!

Her boobs are larger than average, which I love, and her hips are wide, which combined with her narrow waist it gives her the perfect hourglass figure. I am itching to caress her body all over as she lifts the hem up to her ribs, revealing her stomach to me. The first thing I notice is that she has her belly button pierced and it has a pretty purple gemstone set in the metal bar. But as I look closer, I can see multiple scars littering her skin, I reach out and touch one causing her to shiver. “Is this all of them?”

My skin, luminous and as pale as the moon. His fingers skim my collarbone, leaving a flutter of sparks as he moves my hair to hang down my back. I see it. two black puncture scars with beautiful and intricate black vines, with flowers and what looks like ivy leaves. It trails from the punctures down my side and over my new and improved curves. It weaves around my leg like a snake and stops on my foot.

The doctor said trying to reassure her. Roxie sighed and laid back against the bed with her eyes closed. Avilene and the doctor left the room shortly after. By the time that they had come back in, Roxie had fallen asleep. Roxie moved to sit up when Avilene touched her arm. "Good news is, the wound has closed. The bad news is that it did leave a scar. However, it's barely noticable. Some light makeup might cover it up." The doctor said cheerfully. Roxie moved away from the bed and looked in the mirror. Where the three claw marks had existed across the right side of her face, there was nothing but a faded pink scar that lasted from the tip of her brow to her lower lip. It looked barely noticab

When the third button came undone, and her shirt gaped open, I finally saw her scar. The aftermath of her emergency surgery had left its mark, a vivid testament to the battle she had waged for her life. The once smooth canvas of her skin now bore the aftermath of that struggle, a landscape of vivid purples and angry reds. The scar was a dark jagged reminder of the bullet's cruel entrance. Like a sinister brushstroke on an artist’s canvas, it started just above her left breast, and extended unwaveringly toward her underarm. I reached my hand out and touched the puckered skin where the bullet had almost pierced her heart.