Painted Scars By Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” “I wasn’t sure if you’d be turned off by the sight of my scar, it looks disgusting, Alder .” My mate laughed, a rough sound deep in his throat. He gripped my waist, eyes hungry and possessive. “You look like a goddess, Cassie. Your scar doesn’t make you any less desirable for me. Or do you find my scars repulsive? I have plenty of them, from the surgery that almost took my life, from trainings, so many of them.”

No, scratch that, breathtaking. Honestly, I wasn't sure the word used to describe how pretty I looked had been invented yet. And yes, maybe that sounds a little too much but I really never thought I could see myself look this good. Ever. Alongside my makeup, she had done my hair too, and added a few touches to it. A huge chunk of my hair was intricately held back by a huge claw clip that apparently held the seal of the pack’s insignia, with the rest flowing on my back. Some intentional stray strands dangled and framed my cheeks.

"All my life, his shadow haunted me. Even now that he's gone, I still feel like he's lurking somewhere close-by, watching me with that murderous look in his eyes." "He hurt us both," Zainab said, sniffling. Her eyes returned to the painting, and she heaved a sigh. "You know what," Afrah said, "I think we can burn it now." Zainab carried the painting outside while Afrah fetched the matches. They stopped by the pool, and side by side they watched the canvas erupt in flames. It took less than a minute before everything had been reduced to ashes. Zainab turned to look at her. "I'm sorry," she said. "For everything I did to you."

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

Before she could take off her towel, Yvrozz spoke, "Is there something that troubling you? And ofcourse I respect you, I'm just teasing you because you look cute... If I'm being too cheeky, please forgive me." Zenah sigh, "Okay. Just don't look at me when I change my clothes, okay?" Yvrozz immediately nodded when he saw a glint of sadness from her eyes, so he closed her eyes as when Zenah undresses her self to change her clothes. The reason why Zenah don't want Yvrozz to look at her especially her body is because her back is full of scars from lashes and wounds that was already healed but leave a scars. She couldn't also do the treatment that could erase her scars because the scars is alread

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.

"I'm sorry to interrupt...but is this seat taken?" Linessa looked beside her at the empty seat and then at the alpha who held onto the back of it. "No, nobody was sitting there." "Good." He pulled the seat back, the scar on his neck glinting beneath the blue light. Unlike Clive's, his scar was big and noticeable; a line drawn across more than half of his neck. "I'll take it." As he sat down, Linessa took a sip of her whiskey. Two fishes latching onto one bait at the same time...would she lose both or would one let go?

Dale’s POV Amber’s body was a map of wounds, bruises, and scars. The horrified expression on Janine’s face confirmed just how bad I thought it was. The scars did not look like they had been treated by a professional, and so they did not heal correctly. I glanced at Janine, whose eyes were settled on me. She knew I was struggling to hold my wolf together, and I could see her readying herself to hold me back if it came to it.

She had spotted Glenna's name on the contestant list, but organizers said she'd pulled out. So Rhea hadn't thought twice. Now, seeing her here backstage? Yeah, something was seriously wrong. Panic kicked in. She tried to shove Glenna off. Glenna sneered, pressing a knife to her neck. "Don't move. No one's coming. You deserve this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this." She raised her other hand. The hand that once played piano like it breathed now looked wrecked—scars and a brutal slash across the palm.