No Scars In Heaven Novels & Stories

My hair is in its natural color, the strands fall over my shoulder, covering part of my breasts, my eyes are darker, they no longer look like just amethyst, but a purple agate, and my white skin is covered with scars. Scars that will never heal, because they are the memory that the Gods left me, as if what I had lived and seen would be forgotten. I am not a person who cares about scars, since I was a child I have carried them, but these... I hate them. They are not things I can be proud of. They weren't made for defending a loved one. They weren't made on an honorable battlefield... They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to le

The only people missing were Dux and Drake Keeler and Briley Cross: she’d had the babies four days before, so travel was out for them. And then Scars turned around to look at her too, and suddenly all of her attention was on him: everyone else just disappeared as she met his gaze. Those eyes blazed out of his hard, scarred face and they held her whole and complete; they always had. For about the millionth time, she mused at those little patches of perfect blue in a heart-achingly damaged face, and she realized that his eyes were the exact color of the horizon over the mountains. It was like a piece of sky had just fallen to earth, and landed on Scars’ face, as bright and beautiful as the vie

Decorating the thick muscle across his torso, are heart wrenching scars striking across his chest to his stomach. I hardly noticed his lack of clothes, with the towel wrapped around his hips. My eyes were glued only to the scars, that didn't make sense in my mind. This is the Alpha of Love we are talking about. A male of peace and perfection. He isn't supposed to be plagued with scars like this. Malik is staring straight up at me, as I raise my gaze back up. Behind the blazing aqua blue of his irises, is something painfully vulnerable. The air between us is suddenly sucked up by tension.

Heaven The morning after Eden's visit, I was in the kitchen, happily preparing breakfast with him. The aroma of coffee filled the air as we laughed and shared stories, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy in the chaotic underworld. Eden, flipping pancakes, grinned. "Heaven, this feels like a glimpse into a parallel universe where we're just regular people." I chuckled. "Yeah, a universe without the constant threat of rival factions and family drama." As we bantered about mundane things, the kitchen door creaked open, and in walked Chase, his eyes narrowing as he saw Eden. "What's he still doing here?" he grumbled.

"She sounds like she could be one of the Heavenly Alliance." The man with a scar on his face observed Princess Dorothy in excitement as he snickered. "Hey, beautiful! Seeing as you got all worried about the special envoy, are you from the Heavenly Alliance? Have a few drinks with us, and we'll tell you all about Grunt. Deal?" Scarface's eyes stared at Princess Dorothy's body lewdly. He thought that the beautiful lady in front of him must have belonged to the Heavenly Alliance's higher-ups. He would have avoided her at all costs back then, but Skylar Blanc had already captured Grunt. The Heavenly Alliance might as well be nonexistent.

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

"You feel like you're floating, watching your body shake and cry on the floor... until they cut out half of your stomach." I looked at his suddenly pale face and asked in a soft voice, "How do you think I know all this so well?"

I looked at his retreating back wondering since when did he become so heartless. --------------------------------------------------- "Take these medicine for 1 week and the inflammation will be gone. But these marks will remain...." The doctor said looking sadly at me but I didn't cared. These scars were nothing compared to the scars on my soul. Andrea was still sitting with me talking to the doctor "I am really sorry ma'am" I said referring to the burn on her hand "It's alright they will heal but yours may not.....I will get you a special scars medicine ..it definitely works...don't worry they will vanish with time'

Gabriel awoke with a start, gasping for breath. That was him, the man in the dream. Slowly he released his breath, and his hand touched the tattoo on his chest. He knew his name, he'd said it in the dream. Nick. He was tall and bright, happy, laughing his head off. He was also stark naked. Gabriel closed his eyes and conjured up the sight in his dream, this beautiful, golden man, muscles as he'd never imagined, and those muscles were going to be wrapped around him. He looked like a bloody rock star!

I shut the door with a flick of my wrist, turned the lock, and shut out the prying eyes. "Don Romano, I'm Elena," I announced. "Here's a token from the Deluca family." The wheelchair turned slowly to face me. Even prepared, I caught my breath for a split second at the sight. His face was a study in contrasts. The left side was chiseled perfection, but the right was hidden behind a silver mask, with burn scars creeping out like red, twisted centipedes. It was truly a horrifying sight, a mix of the divine and the monstrous.