Novel & Cerita Precious Scars

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

Her gasp echoed through the silence of the room as she beheld the gruesome scars etched across her chest, disappearing beneath the shadows of her nightgown. Amani's trembling hands moved instinctively, hastily discarding the nightgown to reveal her scar-ridden body in all its disfigured glory. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as she stared at her own reflection in horror. Her chest and torso bore a multitude of intersecting scars, a painful reminder of the brutal attack she had endured.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

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 pushed me gently until I sat on the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of me, unbuttoning my shirt with careful fingers. Every touch was reverent. She peeled the fabric away, eyes tracing the new bandage, then the older scars—knife wounds, bullet grazes, burns. Each one a story I’d never told anyone. She kissed them anyway. The jagged line across my ribs. The puckered circle high on my chest. The fresh red seam on my shoulder. I swallowed hard, throat tight. No one had ever touched my scars like they were something precious instead of proof of failure. When she reached the bandage, she paused. “Does it hurt?”

He could remember every curve, every beautiful stretch mark she tried so hard to cover, every beauty mark that blessed her soft skin. He could recite every tattoo that marked her so powerfully like he'd been studying them for years. Scar relished the idea of the flawed, but yet so perfect, physique that lingered in his mind day in and day out. He wanted to replay the memories over and over and pretend that when he woke from them, she'd be laying beside him like after their beautiful night together. Scar could feel his mouth twitch at the recollection of the sounds that left her mouth like sweet music as he pleasured her as he had no woman before her. The reminiscence of how her body had lift

She has the right to cover all mirrors and wish that blindness will be granted to her, so that she does not see every day the horror of what she has been through for all these two centuries of her life. He looked up at her, smiling cunningly “These scars testify to your pride, your violence, and your warrior and fighting spirit. These scars are a source of pride for me, because every time I see them, I will remember how much you were able to withstand that damn devil, how brave you were, and stood by his path and not succumb to him.”

"No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long ago, scars were highly prized in our community?" I just blinked at him, and fortunately enough, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more!

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I