Only Scars In Heaven Novels & Stories

“Let’s go get some food. Everyone has been worried about you all day. But before you go, I want you to look in the mirror. He says. I look at him confused, thinking maybe he is trying to tell me I look like crap. We get up, and I walk to the bathroom. I gasp when I look at myself in the mirror, my blue eyes are gone, replaced by two small moons. But it is not all. I run a finger over my neck and shoulder, then I remove my eyes from the mirror and look down at my arms and whatever I can see of my body. I take off the shirt someone, probably Aiden put on me. I gasp again and sob. My scars are gone, and not one single little one is visible. Aiden comes up behind me and smiles softly at me. “The

Skyla's hand fled to her chest when she had a glimpse of his fully naked upper body. His body was badly bruised and had scars all over it! Skyla exclaimed, "I thought one deep scar might be responsible for all of this…" With that she lifted her eyes to gape at his blood covering the ground before getting back her gaze at his chest and then his abs. She continued in her mind, "But there are scars all over his body! It's impossible for me to conceal all of them! This doesn't look like an animal attack! I don't see any person would have done this much harm to me after all he seems strong enough to face whatever comes his way!" Skyla's eyes got teary and her heart got heavy on seeing the amount

She was wearing a dark blue shirt, still showing the scars on her chest. “My world is different from yours,” She said with her melodic voice. “We’re living under the same sun and moon. Serving the same Goddess. Nothing’s much different,” He answered effortlessly. There was no hint of mischief or a smile on her face. She tilted her head up, looking at the full moon. The moonlight kissed her pale skin, making her even more beautiful like a Goddess. With the wind blowing her hair softly, he found a scar on her hairline, just behind her left ear and it followed down to her neck. It made him wonder where the end of the scar was. He could spend a lifetime looking at her face and never felt tired o

Her face looked like she will burst out crying anytime. “Reminds you of something. Don’t they?” She snapped her head towards him getting startled at his words. He brushed his fingers against his scars making her grind her teeth in shame. “These are just painless scars Rose. There are some wounds on my soul fresh. They don’t heal. They don’t leave scars. Instead, they are still fresh like someone had just made cuts on it freshly.” She closes her eyes in pain. “Can you compensate these scars? Hm.” She opened her eyes and nod her head steadily making him smirk in satisfaction.

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.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

His lips found the curve of her throat, trailing down with reverence, not haste. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded. "I need to feel something that isn't pain." He undressed her slowly, carefully unveiling every inch of her skin like a prayer. She kissed the scars on his chest; he kissed the onee etched into her heart. She signed in pleasure as he took her bosom in his mouth. She opened to him like a flower and he made love to her. When they came together, it was more than passion. It was reclamation. A vow that despite all they had endured, they were still standing. Still together.

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”