Scarred の小説・ストーリー

I walk up to him and kneel in front of him. “James…” I say again, but he doesn’t respond. “James.” I repeat, still nothing. His eyes are filled with sorrow. It breaks my heart to realize he’s probably not going to survive this heartbreak. He looks like he’s in shock, but once that shock breaks, he’ll come undone. He’s been scarred deeply. Not all scars are visible. Some run so deep they leave no mark except the one carved into a broken soul. And James’s soul has definitely been broken.

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

N O T E A scar is the mark of a story that, on the surface, is private. It is an implication of what lies beneath and within. Complete scar removal is not possible, but most scars will gradually fade over time. Scars are a natural part of the healing process. Most will fade although they never completely disappear. At times, emotions and memories are stored so well that they can’t be recalled on command. Alternately, the psyche veils itself with trauma that has left its mark and overcompensates to dissociate from trauma. The scar is a container and a

Gwyneth stared at the hideous scar in the mirror, lost in thought. It had been ages since she had taken a close look at it. The scar ran horizontally across her abdomen, starting from the front and stretching toward her side, even reaching further toward her back. Gwyneth pursed her lips and delicately traced her fingertips along the scar. It no longer elicited any pain, but the fact that she had been young when her skin was burned meant that the nerves beneath the scar had suffered damage. As a result, whenever her scar was touched, she would experience a peculiar sensation—a constant reminder that her nerves had not yet fully recovered.

- Riven I run my finger down the length of my wound, which is already starting to scar. The only thing that leaves me concerned is the fact that it still aches after all this time. I don’t know what that bitch Kera used to try and take me down, but whatever it is, it’s leaving a lasting effect.

“I was already too weak to heal and the poison she used was not just any regular poison, it disconnects you from your wolf, therefore preventing you from healing, leaving a permanent scar” My hand involuntarily touched the scar. I traced it from his chest to his abdomen. “Does it hurt” “No, it's from five years ago” “It must have hurt” The scar looks like the dagger really went deep into his chest, I could only imagine the kind of pain he must have gone through, and also not being able to feel your wolf is like you are half dead. I felt his hands on my cheeks “Are you crying” Was I crying, I didn't even know tears were streaming down my face as I tried to imagine the kind of pain he had gone

There was this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that it was so to cover the scars. Karica turned sideways and patted the space beside her, offering me to lie down and I did. She snuggled closer, hiding away in my huge frame and my arms engulfed her. “I didn't like those scars, I wanted to cover them,” her words came out fragmented. She seemed so small, so fragile and broken to me in that instant. I had failed to realise how much that affected her. Still did. We men wore scars with pride, she must have too if they weren't wrongfully given to her. It was a constant reminder of the pain that was inflicted on her.

“It hurts” Meme gasps dramatically, “you didn’t”! “No, I didn’t”, I told her. “But what happened was… I dunno! But it felt amazing while it was happening”. I blush at the memory. “Those marks all over you definitely say it was sinister”, she says as I look at her in confusion. I get up and head to the bathroom and gasp at my own reflection. The deep purple welts that adorn my body are so dark I can see them through the thin white tee! Meme is again laughing like a hyena at my state of shock.

The point was—on that flawless jade-like back was a long, ghastly scar running across it! Raina couldn’t help but gasp. The scar extended from his left shoulder diagonally down his back, nearly spanning its full length. Though it had healed and was clearly an old wound, it still twisted grotesquely across his skin, making one wonder just how severe the injury had been to leave such a mark behind. Just then, Leif said, “Did I scare you?” Raina snapped out of her daze and realized she had been silently staring at his back for quite a while. He had probably misunderstood, thinking the scar had frightened her.

There isn't a word for that kind of smile, maybe because no one ever wants to see it. "We need to go," Scarlett said. Her own body was streaked with sperm similarly to her sister's. Scarlett's chest was covered with finger-tip sized bruises and dark, pooling hickeys. Her knees and elbows were scraped, like she'd been rolling around in gravel. Which was probably true. Scarlett pulled at my arm and repeated her request. I nodded, still half out of it. "Yeah," I said, "Yes."