Precious Scars Novels & Stories

Lusia. She stood beneath the cascading water, steam curling around her delicate frame like a lover’s embrace. Her skin glistened, covered in a soapy lather that slid down the curves of her body, tracing the scars that marred her flesh. Those scars—each one a testament to the suffering she had endured—should have repulsed me. But instead, they fascinated me. They were proof of her resilience, of the fire that burned within her despite everything she had been through.

A sense of rightness and completion settled in my core. We held each other, panting, for a long while. Both of us spent. I must have dozed because I woke to Lysander tracing his fingertip over my skin. I lifted my arm to see the double crescent shaped mark that had already healed leaving a pale metallic gold scar. My gaze latched onto his chest. The scar there was the same. The golden color shimmered in the moonlight that filtered through the glass ceiling. “It’s beautiful,” I said. “It is.”

Not the patient counting ceiling cracks while pride rotted inside her ribs. “Don’t look so excited,” Mara muttered from the chair near the window, watching me like she could already see the trouble forming behind my eyes. “Healing doesn’t mean you’re invincible. Again.” I smirked. “Relax. I almost died once this month. That should count as character development.” Maya snorted under her breath, but she wasn’t smiling. Her gaze lingered on the thin silver lines scattered across my skin, scars that magic could not fully erase because they had been carved too deep. Some were old. Some were fresh and all of them were mine.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

Nyx squatted in front of Precious and smiled wildly, “it’s nice to meet you Precious. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “You have?” “I have. Famke can’t stop talking about you.” Nyx teased her, “I might be a little worried you’re stealing my best friend away from me. Do you think you could share her with me?” Precious nodded, “you can be my friend too.” She then leaned forward, “did that hurt?” “Which one?” Nyx pointed to the different piercings. “The one in your tongue.” “It hurt a lot,” she nodded. “Did your mommy get mad when you painted on your skin?” she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos.

His fingers were warm, rough, reverent. I want to remember this, he said. Every inch. Every sound. Every breath. Then remember, I said. He undressed me slowly, piece by piece, as if unwrapping something precious. His lips followed his hands, trailing fire across my skin. When I was bare beneath him, he stopped. You are beautiful, he said. I am covered in scars. He kissed each one. The cut on my ribs from the rogue attack. The burn on my shoulder from the Heartstone. The mark on my chest where the Lycan king's claws had pierced me.

When Jasmine looked and saw she had stopped dead in her tracks she went to grab her wrist and pull her towards the store and Valerie resisted. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to go to the mall." Valerie looked at the store and wrapped her arms around her waist. "Jasmin, I have too many scars to wear lingerie. I barely wear the few that Lucas and Leam already have at home. When I try them on I want to change immediately." "Val, You got to make your scars a good thing. You got to make them look sexy. You are a warrior you survived beyond anything people could imagine. You have scars, turn them into courage, besides the boys love you, scars and all." Valerie looked at the sign and sighed.

Mare threw her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp that threatened to fall. She couldn’t believe it. She took more steps forward, grateful for the shadows that shielded her. Perci had tied his hair up to prevent it from interfering with what he did. Mare moved close enough to see without being discovered. Her eyes widened. The prince’s naked back was covered in scars. They were not battle scars or scars one could get from training or from the recklessness of childhood. These were intentional deeply etched scars. Some were old and others were fresh and oozing blood and water.

Debbie nods, and John flashes a smile at her He carefully lays Precious on her bed he covers her with her blanket He stares at her "I hope you repay me one day, you were sent here for me and now, I have you trapped both physically and emotionally" he smiles, darn that necklace of yours He takes it off "You should suffer what you were made to, I did once" he takes the necklace and puts it in his pocket He walks away Shadows suddenly surround Precious, she wakes up and her eyes were all black. she slowly smirks ___________ a loud scream comes from the kitchen