Scarred Book Characters Novels & Stories

“And I regret it to this day! I hate being that friend, the one who paints her friend badly,“ Eloise says breathlessly. She screams in pain. “Don’t,” I interrupted. “Did you think I would forget? Not only did you lie to me back then, but you are lying to me now. Old habits die hard, I guess! I got up on my feet and turned to Scar, who leaned against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. His face was a mess of scars; just like his name implied, he looked deadly and ready to deal with her. “Scar?” “Yes, ma'am!”

he said and we went inside the mansion into his room. He made me sit on the bed and removed his t-shirt, he stood in front of me. he grabbed my hand pressed it against his naked chest. “Look,” he said, I did, as I look closely, I noticed a scar on his skin. “It’s a scar,” I whispered. As Nikolai has a scar on his body, I have a scar in my mind. The memory of Greyson’s death. Scars are what make us who we are. Everyone has scars…some are etched into skin, and some are burned into memory. Nobody moves through life without a scar slicing them in half.

Scar had simply told me things would get better, that this was not the end… I had our pup too… the only thing I had left of him… I broke into tears, rocking myself. How do you get over someone that you love so deeply that you simply take all their crap in your stride? There was a knock on the door, I knew it was Scarlett and Kiara by their scent. The door opened and they stepped inside, I looked at them, similar yet so different. Strong, beautiful women… Kiara was holding a tray of food, whilst Scarlett held three cans of fizzy. "The boys cooked... Some may not be edible… but some is actually really good." Scar said as Kiara placed the tray on the bed next to me.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

( Warning: 18+: this chapter contains sensitive content and some readers might find it distressing) ( The night Scarlett died) Moraine slapped her lap as she laughed out so hard, along with Ava and Zaira, overshadowing the whimpering sound of Scarlett beneath her. Moraine grabbed Scarlett's hair, causing her to yelp as she sat on her back; Scarlett, who was in a wolf position carrying Moraine on her back, felt pain seething through her veins. She felt a whip on her butt and yelped in pain.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

“Sorry, I get nervous.” “It’s okay, darling. I know you can’t help it.” She takes my arms and turns them over. “Now, what happened here?” “I… I was in a really dark place and I lost hope.” Admitting to what I did, without actually saying it. She runs her thumb lightly over my scar, then looks at me solemnly. “You know, Zara. In our pack, scars are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of strength. It means you survived something your wolf couldn’t help you through. So, who helped you through this?”

" - 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. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”