Painted Scars By Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

"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?"

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

Which I know she prepared it herself. The silence is like little glasses piercing through my fragile heart. She has used her long black her as a window to block my view. Her eyes have been cast down. She knew when I look into her eyes, and I will know what wrong. Just the same way she knows what bothering me by looking at me in the eye. Now I believe the saying that goes like the eyes is the window to the soul, tell me you do believe in it. Mum say something, I stretched my hands to touch her, but she removed it from the table and placed it on her laps.

Four large paintings hung on the main wall, each one lit perfectly so it seemed to breathe on its own. Her eyes moved across them slowly… and then she saw something that caught her attention immediately. Paintings. And one of the paintings was hers. It was a piece she had finished months ago — a woman standing by a window, half in shadow, half in light. The brushwork showed all the quiet pain and hope she had felt when she painted it. Seeing it here, among the other strong works, made her chest tighten. “Quentin…” she whispered. He stood close behind her, tall and steady. “They selected four paintings this year. Yours was one of them.”

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

There was a tornado sweeping over everyone and I made a shade over my eyes with my palm. I squinted, desperately looking for Alruin and I found him right in the middle of the storm. My eyes searched for Chase and the others, but I saw Marla and Priscilla, forming a protective shield against Alruin. Priscilla’s eyes met mine and hers glowed mischievously. She glanced one more time at Alruin, whose eyes were completely white now, and grinned.

His beautiful body right in front of me makes me just keep staring and then I see a full-top body full over tattoos and scars. "I have scars too, Casey; some faded and some will always remain. I covered up a fair few of them but believe me. You're beautiful, baby. You are so beautiful, I don't care about what you look like. The scars show you survived. It's part of you and if you don't like them, then that's also okay; you can do whatever you want to them. Tattoos or skin grafting, of they allow that or if it's even a thing to do,. Let me look after you"

I stepped up as Alpha at twenty years old. Tessa stood up and turned her back towards me. Not saying a word. "Tessa?" I looked at her, had I angered her? Tessa lifted up the back of her shirt, there were multiple scars on her lower back. "The shallow wounds healed but the deeper ones left a scar. I had the little boy in my arms, when it happened. Am I still beautiful to you with scars like these?" her voice was shaky, afraid of what my response would be. I got off my chair, onto my knees behind her. I lifted her shirt up exposing the scars once again. I leaned in and kissed one of the scars. As she gasped I kissed another one.

No matter how distrustful they were of him, no one would dare challenge him. Nebraska sighed, she had no choice. She turned around and pulled her blouse over her head covering her chest but exposing her back, specifically, the horrible large tooth scar that refused to fade. A moan came from the mouth of some and Hades had to squeeze their hands and hold himself in place so as not to go out to where she was. How much had she been hurt so that a wound like that wasn't healing? And more with the skill of the wolf that was next to him, which he looked at and he responded with a movement of the head.

“ What is this scar? “ Slowly, he grazed his fingers across the scar. Jeane gasped, instantly frigid by his touch. “ How did you get this scar? “ Jeane felt his sudden masculine energy, strong and heavy masking behind her. “ I got scratched by the doorknob, trying to get in. “ She lied. It was actually an injury she recovered from trying to get into the forest bunker on one occasion of fleeing from loan sharks. “ What kind of doorknob would scar you this way? “ As he touched her scar, his touch got heavier. Jeane just hoped that he hadn't discovered that she told a lie. “ Why did it heal into a burnt mark? “ “ That is how my skin works, one of the negative traits I inherited from my father.