Scar Book Novels & Stories

Rossi, seeing her vulnerability. ​She stripped off her clothes, the heavy blue dress suddenly feeling like a crushing weight. She found a large, expensive silk scarf in the dressing room and tied it tightly around the worst part of the bruise on her arm, hoping the compression would slow the internal bleeding and dull the throbbing ache. It was a flimsy, temporary fix, but it was all she could manage.

he said, stepping down from the bed. "But you won't," I said quietly. He froze. I didn't know where the courage came from. Once again, I blame the original Elora, but I held on to it this time. "Because something about me puzzles you. You're curious about me." He glanced over his shoulder. "Be careful what strings you pull, Scarface. Some of them are tangled around things best left buried." I gave a bitter laugh at that. "You have no idea the kind of things I want buried."

I’m half listening, half trying to shake off that hollow ache, when it happens; One minute, I’m carrying my cupcake and my books. The next, everything is on the floor. The cupcake hits first, smearing frosting across the tiles. My books follow, scattering like confetti in the worst possible way. I stare at the mess for a beat too long, then a heel steps down beside my science book, sharp and deliberate. I look up. Sabrina. She’s smirking down at me with the confidence of someone who’s never been hit hard enough in her life. Rosa and Kelly flank her, balanced on stilettos like baby deer that learned cruelty before coordination.

Serena's POV Bianca froze. "Bianca, what gives you the right to tell me to stay in my place? The family's pampered princess, the trust fund shareholder?" "You're the one always sitting pretty on unearned privilege. Who are you to lecture me about not fighting for what's mine?" "You—!" Her eyes reddened instantly. "Serena, I—" Her eyes filled with crocodile tears on cue. But I wasn't done. "And since you brought up my scar, let's talk about how I got it. Do you remember what you did to me when we were ten?"

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

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.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

Frostfire Solutions function as a technology service provider in the human world. Carla lays the black file on the table once she has done with it. She faces me with certainty while she waits for me to be done with work. Unlike Scarlet, she doesn’t tease by playing with her hair or fidgeting with her dress. Her serious look compels me to indulge her with some words. “Have you finished reading the portfolio?” I inquire while my fingers tap rapidly on the keys in front of me to form a complete sentence in my email.

I explain everything to them and they are stunned. “There was a girl with them for a while but she was not a wolf. I am not sure what she was but she smelled of roses and mint. She also had a scar on her hand in the shape of a rose.” Sasha points out. I see both Luke and Aliya share a look when she describes the girl and the scar. A scar in the shape of a rose is weird. Kendrick says that sounds more like she branded herself than a scar. I am not sure who would willingly brand themselves but hey to each their own.