Scar Book Novels & Stories

"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!

I took up the book I was holding, and strolled out of the sitting room without returning. I shut the door behind me and leant on it a moment. Not crying. Not shaking. Just breathing slowly. I still had the image of Jake and Cassandra in my head, but this time it no longer seemed like a knife. It was something foreign to me. Something that did not belong to me. I went back to the bed, sat down and again opened my book. The words were still there. The same page. The same lines. I read them this time round. No tears. No anger. No memories interrupting me.

Their mother. It was time for breakfastt. The dining table filled quickly with Sophie and Rose sipping their juice cartons, Nico's tapping at his tablet while listing schedules, Jessica's scrolling furiously through emails, Rosa's balancing a chair on two legs, and Damien’s looming silently near the window with his arms crossed. “Stop sulking,” Rosa muttered to him, slicing an apple with her pocketknife. “I’m not sulking.” “You’ve been standing there like a broody gargoyle since sunrise.”

Lucas’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed low and steady, his eyes scanning the deck around us. “Guy’s a piece of work. You good to keep going? Scars is waiting.” I nodded, forcing my focus back into place. “I’m good. Let’s do this.” ***** I took a deep breath, smoothing down the crimson satin of my dress, and pushed the door open. Scars was sitting on a low velvet couch in the corner, a glass of scotch already in his hand. He had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down, exposing the heavy black ink wrapping around his forearms. When the door clicked shut behind me, he looked up.

Afrah slowly returned her gaze to her book, while Adnan fidgeted with the strap of his watch. "What are you reading?" he asked after nearly two minutes of absolute silence. Afrah simply raised the book so he could see the cover. "The Ghost?" he smirked. "That is what it says on the cover," she said icily. "Is it good?" "So far," she shrugged. "Has Charlie arrived at Massachusetts yet?" The question caught Afrah off guard, and she looked up at him sharply. "I know," he shrugged. "The caveman reads; shocker." "You've read the book?" she asked, realizing how stupid she sounded. Of course he'd read the book. How else would he know about that?

One was in the bathtub and the others were assisting her in her bath. Agnes silently let them scrub her back and wash her body. She sat in the bathtub without moving and letting them do their work. After a while, they made her stand and dressed her up. She felt like she was in an 80's movie that features the life of royalty. Agnes watched her bare self in the reflection of the mirror. The scars that fade away was now replaced by a new and fresh one. Her eyes wandered around her body until they found the oldest one near her stomach.

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

suddenly the door was slammed open and then a red-headed man walked into scar's chambers with an envelope in his hand. " Did you get what I asked you?" Asked scar as he continued to sip from his glass of whiskey which was neatly placed in front of him. " Yes I did, " said the red-haired man as he handed over a brown envelope to scar. Scar, quickly opened it to see what was inside, but he was shocked when he saw a picture" You didn't tell me you were also checking out a beautiful girl from your human world" said scar as he continued to stare at the photo in from of him, for some reason, he found himself lost in the picture, he couldn't take his eyes of a young girl in that photo, but then th