Medusa Piercing Scar Novels & Stories

“Med, there's a necklace beside you hanged to the railing. I want you to have it, wear it now please. Someone close to me gifted this to me as a reward for my hard work. You can sell it and get money. “ Medusa saw a small necklace which was a rare pendant with a diamond stuffed in it. The pendant shined under the moonlight providing a clear view of it. It has both sun and moon with a small diamond stuffed in the middle of the moon shape. She took hold of the necklace detaching it from the railing and tried to give it back to the younger one, she stared at her little sister pouting cutely which made Medusa to accept it. Her heart broke while watching Arya being distant. Even they're on the ro

Rȗҽ I grit my teeth, eyes flashing in anger as I watch the tiny burnt flesh on my fingers. This is what I get for helping a perverted dog. Such ugly scar is unacceptable for my beautiful self. Of course I could simply create a potion to cure the ugly flesh but now it is impossible since I am stuck here. I stiffen when Ares rises to his feet. I avoid looking up at him, though I felt his eyes on me. I prayed he had not seen the scar the silver left. It would only raise unwanted questions that I did not want to answer.

The woman at his back lets out a whimper as Connor asks me the stupid question. “You brought me back to my father, the last fuckin’ place I want to be; get me out of here.” I snarl at him while pulling the tubes and wires from the back of my hand and my chest; it's only when I pull the sticky pad off my left pec that I notice a scar I don’t recognise. It's a long scar that looks a few years old; it's well past the healing stages and if I didn’t know my own body, I don't think I'd even notice it.

Her fingers twitched against the table's edge. "How bad?" Marta asked. Elara didn't answer. She was already cleaning the wounds. The cloth came away red. "Hold her down. This will sting." Marta gripped Aria's shoulders. Lydia pressed a salve into the deepest cuts. Aria's body jerked. A low sound escaped her throat, not a scream, but close. "Done," Elara said finally. "She'll heal. But the scars are permanent" Marta looked at the girl's back. bleeding. Red marks..

Jax said with a wink—so I wouldn’t have to wear anything tight against the piercings. Marcus grabbed a small aftercare kit—saline spray, clean gauze, instructions printed on a card. “Twice a day soaks. No touching except to clean. Come back in a week so we can check them. Or sooner. Or whenever.” I tucked the kit into my grocery bag, which had been sitting forgotten by the door this whole time. The ice cream was long gone, probably a puddle somewhere. Jax walked me to the door, arm around my shoulders. Marcus flipped the sign to CLOSED even though it already was.

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

Gently, slowly, he guided her hand up and down her body, ran their fingers along each and every scar. He left the largest one for last, knowing that this was the one that frightened and disgusted her the most. That asshole had sliced her from her breastbone straight down the middle of her body, all the way to her navel. The scar was thick and raised, an angry, vivid purple, and every time she looked at it, she remembered how terrified she had been at that moment. She'd truly thought he was going to gut her like a fish; she'd thought she was going to die.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

Dark as black. The sides of his face were tattooed with a dreadful image of a human skull with a single red rose flower in it’s mouth... the stalk of the rose flower running straight into his pinna. He wore diamond earrings - they lined up at the edges of his pinna (outer ear). His teeth was surprisingly pure white and well arranged. With two golden incisors clearly visible. He looked like the word 'fear' in capital letters. Then he was as huge as the devil himself.

Justine returned my look, and I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm okay with it." He extended his arm, and Dr. Melendez came in closer, placing himself in close proximity to our group and Justine's firearm. He pulled his spectacles up his bulbous nose and looked down at the two crescent moon scars on my right arm. They'd healed well and were no anymore red and swollen, but the scars' whiteness made them easily distinct from my natural tan tone.