Only Scars In Heaven Novels & Stories

When her baby didn’t make any more movement, Eve breathe deeply, tears rolling down for the last time as she covers her palm on her baby. “I’m so sorry little one. Mama so sorry. Mama so sorry. I love you so much. My sweet angel...” A strong sensation travels down her body form the tips of her finger. Strength fills every inch of her body and the wound on her sin slowly close up, leaving her skin smooth and scar free. Her eyes come back to life and her ivory hair was flowing freely with the powerful force slowly taking her body. Her eyes flickers form red to blue, showing the sign of her breaking completely but she squeezes her eyes tightly knowing it wasn’t the time to fall to her pain.

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

The kind that happens when something enters a room that nobody was prepared for. I go still. I don’t look at anyone. I stare at the wall directly in front of me and I breathe, slowly, through my nose, and I feel the air on my back and I know exactly what they can see and I don’t move a single muscle. The scars don’t lie. They never have. They’re not the clean, faded kind that can be explained away as childhood accidents or a medical procedure. They’re the kind that have a story, and the story is ugly, and every woman in this room is currently reading it whether they want to or not.

Then he accompanied her to the hospital himself to get the wound cleaned up. She'd thought he was overreacting, but he'd just smiled and said, "Lyra, you're the most important woman in my life. I don't want any scars on you—except maybe from having our kids. Smooth skin looks best with beautiful clothes and jewelry." And now, with her face covered in blood, he'd brushed her off to take care of someone else. He once swore she'd never have to bear a scar, but he made her risk her life to donate bone marrow for another woman. Even marriage and kids—he'd planned all that with someone else behind her back.

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

She stepped down from the car, looking around, she asked him for her friend's Tina and Bella, he ignored her. “Come on,” he held out his hand towards her. She held a deep breath, a moment of silence stretched between them, as they walked into the church. Aria revealed her eyes by lowering her sunglasses very slowly. People gasped when they recognized her. Their stares pierced through her like she was being stabbed. Despite the stares, Aria maintained her composure and walked forward with raised chin. Her damaged skin showed both an unnatural color and an unbalanced texture. Aria showed her original beauty on one side of her face but the other side revealed the permanent marks of her nightmar

“Alaina, give him a little space. Let the healer work.” “No.” The word tore from me, sharp and desperate. “You don’t understand, Issac. This is because of me.” My voice cracked, the guilt in my chest so heavy that it felt hard to breathe. Issac’s expression shifted, sorrow flickering in his eyes as he watched me crumble, unable to find the words to comfort me. My legs gave out, and I sank to the cold floor, pressing Adrian’s hand to my tear-streaked face as if it was the only anchor I had left.

"Burn in hell." Laughter rippled through the audience. Vincent merely smiled. "Now, let the bidding commence." And then I saw him. In the dim corner of the room, partially filled in darkness. He radiated power. I sensed it from the way others shifted uneasily when his piercing blue gaze swept over them. His face was unreadable, yet there was a strong aura about him. Then our eyes locked into each other. Recognition flickered across his features. His gaze swept over the scars on my arms, the nearly healed wounds.

“Silly Nicki!” Mable gently touched the scars on her face and comforted, “Nicki, scars are also a part of the body. They are the marks that angels give to children they especially love. The purpose is to be able to find you at a glance among many children, accurately send you blessings, and protect you.” Mable spoke while lifting her sleeve, revealing the scars on her wrist. “Look, Aunt Mable has scars, too.” After that, she lifted Blair’s sleeve, exposing the place on his arm where he had been shot before. “Uncle Blair also has them.”