Scar Book Novels & Stories

The scar that ended Vivian Klein completely to leave a broken shell. The scar that is nothing but a painful memory now. . . . . The memory of a lost miracle.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

I said quietly. I could feel my eyebrows coming down in confusion. “Caleb, please, I don’t want to do this; I want us just to get on like we were,” Scarlett said, looking at me with a lot of sorrow in her eyes. I could see that she was hurting and really didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t know what to do or say. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?” I asked with a small smile. “Yes, please, can I have a hazelnut latte and a piece of carrot cake?” Scarlett said, quite chirpy and smiled back at me.

We became quick friends, she helped me find anything I needed the first couple weeks. Scarlet requested to have a “sleep-over” in the guest house a few nights. They just happened to be the nights I was feeling my worst. In a way, I felt like she knew and just wanted to try to help. I enjoyed her company while we ate ice-cream watching animated movies. Sarah is 4 and her father’s daughter. She is always constructing different aircrafts for her to fly saying one day she will be lead engineer, building a space craft. She also intends to fly it into space, against her mother’s wishes.

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.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.