Precious Scars Novels & Stories

he asked. "Throw them?" I smirk, " I'll bring them back to their parents tomorrow," I said. The little girl starts crying, "No! please don't!" the girl cries. The youngest buried his face in Nate's neck while the other boy stay silent, but he looks frightened. "Please don't bring us back! I'm begging," for a young age, the little girl started to beg. "Why?" Nate didn't control himself and asked. "Our dad is trying to sell us! he keeps hurting me and my brothers!" My eyes sharpen, so that's where they get their scars and bruise.

“I will monitor the feed. I will listen.” I slid them on and suddenly felt wrapped in someone else’s face. The earpiece clicked into place and Lucious’s voice returned, thin but steady in my ear. “I have a live trace on her. She is blending in like any other patron. Make sure she is alone.” “Thanks.” I tucked the tiny knife inside my jacket where no one would notice and pushed my hat low. A memory hissed at the edges of my mind. Humans. I disliked being around gatherings of full-blooded humans. Their laughter sounded too bright, like glass. Their small talk felt like sun on a wound. I did not belong in such places. I never had.

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?”

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.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

Musa said as he signals to the shop. Nayyab looked at the shop confused and then shocked, Victoria Secret Throwing a disgusted glare and muttering "pervert!" She continued to walk but her jaw clenched hearing Musa chuckle. Shameless Baby Jealous Pervert Rana Tigrina!

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

"You need to apologize to Jake for a second chance. Cassandra was the better choice to begin with anyway. I mean she's classy, gorgeous, richer. She's everything you're not." Something within me broke but I just kept smiling. "You're right." She was shocked once, as if she didn't think I'd agree. I dodged her, went up high, and closed my door before she could speak another sentence. My room was quiet, the quiet which is comfortable, the one that resonates the instant when something fatal starts. I shifted and stood before the mirror and looked. Mascara smudged. Lipstick wiped. The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces.

The only people missing were Dux and Drake Keeler and Briley Cross: she’d had the babies four days before, so travel was out for them. And then Scars turned around to look at her too, and suddenly all of her attention was on him: everyone else just disappeared as she met his gaze. Those eyes blazed out of his hard, scarred face and they held her whole and complete; they always had. For about the millionth time, she mused at those little patches of perfect blue in a heart-achingly damaged face, and she realized that his eyes were the exact color of the horizon over the mountains. It was like a piece of sky had just fallen to earth, and landed on Scars’ face, as bright and beautiful as the vie