Novel & Cerita Painted Scars By Neva Altaj

“Oh, right. Hi.” “Hi.” He extended his massive hand, and she took it cautiously. That was when she felt the scars on his hands. Even without looking, just from touching the flesh under her fingertips, she knew now that his scars weren’t from a knife, or glass, or a prison yard fight gone way wrong. These were from burns, bad burns, burns that he’d carried since childhood maybe, and her heart squeezed. In her years as a tattoo artist, she’d covered up hundreds of scars, but in some ways, the most heartbreaking ones were burns. The stories attached to them were always, always so damn painful.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling as I reached for the hem of her sweater. Slowly, with a gentleness that belied my anxiety, I lifted it, revealing the expanse of her back. It was a tapestry of torment, a brutal testament to pain she had endured. Unhealed scars crisscrossed her skin in a chaotic pattern, like a road map drawn by a hand driven by cruelty. They were no longer the angry red of fresh wounds, but had faded to a lighter shade, standing in stark contrast to her otherwise unblemished skin. The violent pattern they formed was chaotic, as if the whip had danced across her back with a reckless disregard for the pain it inflicted.

As I exposed his torso under the flickering light of the stove, my breath caught in my throat. Nevan was a map of violence carved into flesh. His body was covered in scars: bullet marks, knife cuts, and dark tattoos, engraved with almost religious precision, which looked like ancient property stamps from a world I was only beginning to understand. He wasn't just a mercenary; he was a warrior who had survived a thousand wars. But now, a fresh, bleeding wound in his ribs cried out for immediate attention. The red was so vivid against his skin that it made me dizzy. "Get the kit," he ordered, his blue eyes fixed on mine, clouded with pain but still charged with that unsettling possessiveness th

she said awkwardly, then went to the cupboard. Nevea took a tiny glass jar with a straight line crafted on the top of the lid. She felt the texture of the lid and thought about where this could possibly come from. “Nevea?” Robert’s voice immediately made Nevea open the jar and apply the cream to her skin. The cold sensation started to take over her body, and within a few seconds, the scar left her completely. Her neck became as smooth as a baby’s. Afterward, she put the jar back and proceeded to leave the room. “Thank you, Dr. Dixon. Good night.”

For what it was that was keeping her from drifting to sleep. Instead, Nevaeh lifted herself up, leaning on her elbow and tracing his features in the dim light. Aiden lay still under her and let her explore. He wasn’t like the pretty boys she’d grown up with. He had a scar in the middle of his left eyebrow. Nevaeh traced it over and over again with her finger before bending down to brush her lips over it. She found another small scar just under his left eye and then further down on his jaw and neck.

I raised a brow defeated. I had debated for the first twenty minutes in my mind. I had decided no matter how horrible the tattoo could possibly be, there are always cover ups or long sleeve shirts. Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew I didn’t need to worry. Tadeas’ wouldn’t do anything malicious to me. Would he? My mind chimed in. “I trust you. Would I be here otherwise?” I questioned trying to steal a peek again. “Do I need to blindfold your mate?” The artist threatened from behind his humming gun.

The door opened, Deven came in joining me, while Neve cried during her diaper change, she doesn't like having it changed, I walked out shirtless, she was now dressed for the day but the tears were still falling down her face. "Daddy...daddy" she cries making grabby hands toward me, I picked her up right away, she cuddles closer to my chest, her baby finger went toward my chest tattoo, the one with my mates name over it, Lola's name a heart next to it, Deven had a wolf, Evan had a puppy drawn next to his name, I'll have to add Neve's name soon. I'm proud to have all my mates' names on my chest, she loved them, although she didn't know how to read them yet. I changed my clothes handing her to

Nodding, Scar smirked, "Mark me, beautiful." The needle pierced Scar's skin repeatedly as Lani inked his skin. Her face was painted with concentration as she added detail to the beautiful design she was proud of creating. It looked exactly as it did in her head, she smiled as she wiped away excess ink. Scar watched her intently with his hand on her waist. She was perched on his hips claiming she needed a better angle, though, Scar wasn't complaining. Her hair was pinned back with flyaways falling in her angelic face whilst she sat in just Scar's shirt and her panties. This was the closest the pair had been regarding skin to skin contact, Scar swore he could feel her heartbeat with her that c

"Let's put that behind us, Jerol. There is no need to dwell on this. We get scars once in a while. Some go away, and some don't. Simple." "What if yours will not, Tessa? They will always remind you of this beast." "Not if the pain will be worth it in the end, Jerol. There are what we call beautiful scars. And I want mine to be exactly that type." He stares at me for minutes as if I have lost my mind. I know exactly how I sound. Like a lunatic, right? But I swore to help in any way. "Nothing can justify these, Tessa. What possibly can make them become beautiful scars?"