Scar Book Novels & Stories

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

she said leaving with her friends swaying her ass as she walked I rolled my before opening my locker dumping my books in before joining my siblings at the cafeteria 🍔🍟Cafeteria: 🍔🍟 I ordered my food from the counter taking my tray, I eye searched for my siblings I soon spotted them at the far end of the cafeteria, I began walking to them "Hey guys"I said taking a seat "Hey,what took you so long"Stacey asked munching on her food "Sorry,I got delayed my Tara, she wanted me to back out of the contest" I said slapping off Jace hands from my chicken nuggets

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

I watched, horrified, as one bodyguard dumped the ashes onto the floor like they were nothing. My whole body shook with rage. All I wanted was to grab something sharp and end Ethan right there. Bella stepped forward, grinding her heel into the ashes. "Grace, on behalf of my hamster, thank you." Seeing her crush my grandma's ashes under her heel sent me over the edge. I let out a raw scream, "Get away, Bella!"

Scar listens without interrupting, her expression unreadable. “He brought me to his pack, and things went pretty badly.” For the next hour, I tell her everything, without filters: the betrayal of my soulmate, the mockery and later acceptance from the pack members, my meeting with Amelia and the betas’ mother, my reunion with my best friend, and the reason for my escape. I even tell her about Ophelia and the eerie resemblance between them,the same surprising outlook on life. Scar listens again and again, saying nothing, her face shifting through disgust, joy, horror, sadness, and finally relief.

She started going through different books, leaving Scarlett to watch her with her mouth open, not understanding her intention. Nicole continued this for almost ten minutes, and finally, she found her desired book and descended. Scarlett rubbed her neck, feeling a bit stiff from looking up all the time. "What did you get?" she asked, curious. "You'll know soon." Nicole led her to a desk, and both sat down. Finally, Nicole placed the book on the desk. Scarlett watched it, astonished. It was a massive black journal covered in black roots as if it had grown from them. It looked like a kind of wizardry book.

He followed Mr Thompson to a shelf which had a bold written heading; THE BOOK OF SCARS. "The first book was written by the library keeper before me. He had a little knowledge of what scars meant but doubts arose that not all were interpreted correctly." He said, taking out two black books from the shelf. "So which has the correct interpretation?" He asked. "This." Mr Thompson points the right one to him. "My brother and I had to put in a lot to come up with a solid interpretation for every kind of scar and their meanings. Read through it and you'll see what I am talking about."

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

“Into town.” “You from around here?” Scar asked. “Yes,” said Elias, because lying was safer when it didn’t invite questions. Scar’s gaze dropped to Elias’s sneakers. “Those aren’t.” He jerked his chin at Nadai’s pack. “What’s in the bag, sweetheart?” “Clothes,” Nadai said. She kept her voice flat. “A book.” Scar’s smile widened. “I like books.” His two friends fanned out, subtle as a blade. The road stretched empty. No cars, no witnesses.

Scar asked before downing the rest of his beer. "It's not too far from here," "Let's go then," Scar says before thinking. Shit. He was about to let a girl on his bike! Nobody touches his bike... but he couldn't back out now and quite frankly, he didn't think he wanted to. As they walked through the crowds of people, the last thing Scar heard before putting a helmet on her head was; "Happy Birthday, Lani."