Painted Scars Book Novels & Stories

She balled her fists, digging her nails into her palms, before she blinked, when his claw stopped right at her navel. That must be one of her many scars. She had her mother to "thank" for that. Wait, was he disgusted? She had never really paid attention to that, having been so used to the scars that she didn't even recognize them as such anymore, but instead, a normalcy on her skin. Even while he had painted her, along with her scars, she hadn't noticed it until now. She studied the thoughtful expression on his face as his gaze passed over her upper body with eyes swirling with lust.

I crawled quietly out of the bag and rushed up to my room and got my makeup kit, I returned downstairs and they were still sleeping. I started first with Erick, I painted his cheeks with mascara and added lipstick on his lips messing up his face. I did same with Jack and Jace. And for Stacey creamy cheese on both her palms. I giggled and went to the kitchen. I filled a bucket with cold water and went back to them.

He smiled with satisfaction. Inside the villa, Mabel went straight to her room but instead of resting, she sat down on her bed mulling over the particulars of her date with Devlin. He was asking for friendship which she was willing to give but then he kissed her and it disintegrated all his good intentions. His offer of a part time job also muddled her brain. She will just have to discuss it with her employer as she found him to be wiser beyond his years. Besides, there was a week before the cruise and she was excited. It will be Ami’s and her first time to be on a cruise and it will be on their cousin’s ship too. She was also glad that Ami seemed to have recovered from her disappointment ov

“They selected four paintings this year. Yours was one of them.” Verity’s lips parted. She could not speak at first. Her eyes filled with tears before she could stop them. They slipped down her cheeks, warm and sudden. All the nights she had painted alone, all the times she felt invisible in her old life — it rushed back at her in this quiet room. Quentin turned her gently to face him. His thumb brushed her tears away with such care that more came. He wiped them slowly, his gray-blue eyes soft on hers. “Thank you,” she said, her voice shaking. “I don’t know how you did this… but thank you. No one has ever seen me like this. Not really. Not until you.”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

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.

His slender hand pressed on the yellowed pages of a book, but the thin calluses on his fingers were reminiscent of the sharpness when gripping a knife. The man's still eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she immediately closed her eyes. A moment later, someone tucked the quilt tighter around her. After another long while of silence, something suddenly touched her lips, brushing past as if a finger verifying texture, then vanishing in an instant. --- The medicine was indeed very effective. After removing the bandages, pale red scars covered her body, but the pain was gone, and the wounds had healed faster than imagined.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

Your encouragement gave me strength, motivation, and purpose. Scarred Under Moonlight became more than just a novel. It became a shared experience, one built on emotion, connection, and trust. Together, we explored love, loss, resilience, and healing. Together, we watched as characters grew, stumbled, rose, and finally found peace. That shared experience is something I will always treasure.

"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?"