Precious Scars นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She's letting him use her all over again. "It's the prettiest scar I've ever seen," Aemon commented while wiping her scar on her waist with an ointment. Lily was smiling on her scar while looking at it in the mirror. Do you know what makes it beautiful? It was a heart shaped scar. "I know," she uttered. The scars on her palm were awful though. She has been putting on an ointment to erase it. "I didn't know that Grandma was busy opening her new restaurant business," she mentioned.

At last, when Nicole fell ill, they ignored my struggles and breakdowns, forcing me into the blood donation chair to give her my blood. The sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. Scott beat Vanessa to the door and opened it to see Nicole standing outside. Her makeup was flawless, and anyone could tell she was well-cared-for at a glance. My eyes fell on the amulet hanging around her neck, and I dug my nails deep into my palms. I had dropped to my knees and prayed for that amulet when Devin was in a coma after his car crash, when the doctors said he might never wake up. He had never taken it off.

Her hands start for my back which is still hurting from yesterday's whips and I stand and grab the brush from her hands, “I can handle this, you should leave now.” “But the Madame—” “I said it's fine.” I snap, trying to nudge her towards the door but she digs her heel into the ground. “Is it the scars?” She asks with a curious glint in her eyes, her hands reaching up to trace my freckles and I flinch on instinct. “You are very beautiful woman, Jo. Even with your scars.” She says softly. “No, I'm not. I'm all damaged now. I feel so broken.” I whisper and the breakdown that hasn't hit me since I got kidnapped by Claire, comes rushing into my subconscious.

Lenore whispered. She was trembling as her eyes landed on her scar scattered back. Her back was almost completely covered in scars. They were all in various stages of healing. Some are still bright pink, others the color of her skin. Her back told a story of horror. Flashes of her step mother yelling about food being overcooked or undercooked; even though they were. Items going missing and mysteriously returning. Items breaking she was not ever involved. It was all just a punishment because she never belonged there. Tears slipped out of her eyes, her mouth trembling as it tried to hold back her cry. She didn't know seeing the scars would make her feel this way. How could anyone want to look

I prefer something a little more masculine,’ he teased her. That calmed Byron down and tapered down my jealousy. She waved her fingers at him before turning around and making her way back to me. My eyes soaked up every feature of hers. Honestly, it was odd seeing her without scars. I had only ever known her with them. She was just as gorgeous either way, but the scars were her badges of surviving the deepest pits of Hell. She had begun to wear them with honor because each one reminded her that they tried to break her but failed.

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

Eros I opened my eyes and saw blood on my hands. The blood was all over my body. I looked everywhere and saw glass shards, smoke and people looking at me with shock evident on their faces, some even had worry. I looked at myself through one of the shattered glass and screamed out of shock. It was not me. Blood and wounds all over my face. My beauty….it's gone.

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

The heartbreaking sight of tear tracks on her cheeks as she looked at her back stopped me in the doorway. There was scarring on her back. It would get better over time, but there would always be some type of scarring in the end even if it was minimal. Did it detract from her beauty? Not in the fucking least. My sexy Fae goddess could never look anything other than perfect. It was not her skin that made her amazing. It was all of her. Her beauty, mind, heart, and soul. “I’m sure that we can find something to help with the scarring, babe,” I said gently.