Scared Vs Scarred Novels & Stories

“And I don’t know if that terrifies me or turns me on.” Asher closed his eyes. “That’s the part that scares me.” She pulled back just enough to look at him. “Then don’t stay,” she whispered. “If you’re scared of me… go.” His jaw clenched. Gold flickered in his eyes again. “I’m scared for you,” he said. “There’s a difference.” Her lips parted. She looked down between them—blood drying on both their skin. Scars that hadn’t been there before. Marks that wouldn’t fade.

Well, I hope that won’t happen. But honestly, it’s really scary that someone sends you texts telling you about what’s happening to you. Who wouldn’t be scared if a picture of me sleeping and going to the bathroom to take a bath was sent? He’s a total creep. Caleb said, that's too much for him to be a fan of me. Maybe next time I will really be kidnapped. Instead of helping me calm down and relax, he gave me a reason to overthink. I just hope that my stay here will be fine.

My mind is scared of him, screaming that this is not normal. My heart is scared FOR him. Whispering that some traumatic event must have caused it. That he’s hurting. Damaged.

Scarlett’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to reality as I looked up at her and I could see that she was genuinely concerned about me. Her brows drew together in a frown and her coffee cup had already been set aside as she moved closer to me, “what’s going on?” She asked and I sighed. “I’m just scared of how good everything seems,” I confessed, “it almost feels too good to be true and I feel like there’s something lurking in the corner and that thing would try to ruin everything.” I finished. Scarlett smiled as she took my hand in hers, “that’s just your fear speaking and it’s totally normal considering everything that happened.” She paused.

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

“She doesn’t want us.” She doesn’t know what she wants. “She said she doesn’t want the bond.” She said she doesn’t want to need it. I rub a hand over my face. “Same thing.” Not to her. I look at her again. Her breathing is steady now. Her wolf is calm. The nightmare has loosened its grip. But the scars remain. Not the physical ones — though I know those exist too — but the ones carved into her mind, her heart, her instincts. The ones that make her flinch at shadows. The ones that make her doubt kindness. The ones that make her fear belonging.

Scar said angrily and devastated “Scar? Are you okay?” I asked “I am, is just that whenever I remember the things you went through in the past I get so pissed, but knowing we have a happy ending always calms me down” “Really Scary?” I asked in excitement cause it's my first time hearing Scar talk about happy ending “Of course we have been through so much at least we deserve a happy ending from the moon goddess” “Come on Scar I thought you said it's decided” “It's still the same thing you don't have to be worried

Scar focused his deadly glare on our scene and it was then I knew he wouldn't hesitate to tear the guard apart. "Run!" At my words, he took off in the opposite direction, running for his dear life. Scar leaped, ready to chase him when I shifted at jumped in his path, blocking his way. He growled dangerously at me, as though saying MOVE! I wasn't going anywhere but that doesn't mean I wasn't scared shitless. *•CAINE's POV•*

"But it still scares me." I kissed him gently. "I know. And I'm sorry that I haven't been...I'm sorry I've worried you. Sometimes it scares me that you'll get tired of me. That Liz will get tired of me. And I'll lose you both anyway because I'm still so...so broken..." "You're not broken, Mattie. They didn't break you." "Yes, they did," I countered. "But they didn't. Can't you see?" I shook my head. "They didn't break you because you're still here. You made it out. You're scared. You're scarred. But you're not broken. They don't have that kind of power over you."

"You still do." Her breath moved differently for a moment. Just once. Just briefly. Below them, the city kept going, sirens and voices and the thousand small continuous sounds of a world that had almost changed forever and hadn't. Above it all, in this burned and breaking room, those sounds felt very far away. Scarlett had spent a long time knowing, precisely and concretely, what she was afraid of. She had catalogued it carefully because naming things was how she managed them. She knew what running felt like, the specific quality of putting distance between yourself and something before it could reach you first.