Scarred Book Novels & Stories

The kind that happens when something enters a room that nobody was prepared for. I go still. I don’t look at anyone. I stare at the wall directly in front of me and I breathe, slowly, through my nose, and I feel the air on my back and I know exactly what they can see and I don’t move a single muscle. The scars don’t lie. They never have. They’re not the clean, faded kind that can be explained away as childhood accidents or a medical procedure. They’re the kind that have a story, and the story is ugly, and every woman in this room is currently reading it whether they want to or not.

he commanded, turning slightly, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlit peaks. The heavy door creaked open, and Jada guided Scarlett inside, her silver hair loose and cascading over the sheer silk gown, its transparency barely concealing the bandages on her claw-torn shoulder, side, and the bruises on her hand, her eyes glinting with defiance despite the pain. Jada bowed and retreated, the door thudding shut, sealing Scarlett in the Lycan’s domain. The air thickened, firelight dancing on her blood-stained bandages, as Winter’s gaze locked onto her.

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

(Adelaide) Adelaide’s eyes swept the shelves again, the scorched timber, the cracked leather, the careful stitches binding wounds. Suddenly, she understood. Nothing had been replaced because every scar was sacred. The damage was not shame. It was the story itself, written in flame and survival. Adelaide turned to Arkael. She studied the side of his face as he examined the scorched shelves. "She wasn't frightened of you," Adelaide said, gesturing over her shoulder to the female librarian.

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

“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?”

he said. Scarlett looked at Viggo cynically and moved her lips, "Since when?" "Shut up and go along with it," Viggo whispered. "Is that so? Well, it's a small world... Oh, by the way," Karina said, then turned around and took something out of her bag. Karina turned back and handed Scarlett a novel written by Scarlett titled "The Underworld of Werewolves," which had just been written by Scarlett. "Can I ask for your autograph? I've been looking forward to this moment, so I always carry your novel with me wherever I go," Karina requested.

"Probably, the answer to your question." Her gaze observed the black antique book sharply and frowned, "How is it connected to this?" Scarlett questioned, suspicious. "Let's open it first," Nicole muttered, escaping her question, and with the tip of her index finger, she slid over the longest root and paused at the edge before cracking it with a press. Slowly, the other roots started moving and after a few seconds, they disappeared, earning a surprised scowl from Scarlett, "This is... Pure sorcery!" Holding a knowing smile on her face, Nicole slowly opened the book. The pages were crusty and some places burnt. the ink used in the book was no longer Available.

He defended and my mouth fell agape. “You… oh, youuuuu” I wadded my finger above his nose and he scrunched them reflexively. “Well, it wasn't exactly a secret but still…” I trailed off as I stared at him. I couldn't keep a straight face. My cheeks were so red. It felt daunting knowing he went through mh little book and my head kept scanning the pages, trying to remember if I scribbled anything weird in it. “It's okay baby, there wasn't much in there” he assured but the naughty look on his face told me there was more to the story.

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.