Scars Above Novels & Stories

His voice is shrill unlike the usual confident and bossy tone these brothers posses. I nodded in oblivion. “Tell me about them.” He questioned. Where is he heading with this? “There are of an accident. Some of them are Abrasions, one is a Laceration scar, it is on his shoulder. It is deeply cut by something sharp and few are contusions. Many of them are almost healing.” I say tentatively. “That’s it?” He asked. “What do you want me to say? I don’t like talking about those scars.” I particularly don’t like talking about Alexander’s scars. He almost died.

Doom. “You don't have to tell me. Your scar says it all.” “Oh, this.” I chuckle, pointing at the scar on my face. I have a straight scar that starts at just below my eyebrow and extends down to my upper cheek, where it ends. And what can I say? It fucking makes me stand out. I hate and despise how I got it, but this scar has made me who I am today. “It is meant to scare you, actually. And I still got the looks. Women love me.” I deadpan and it's not as if I'm bluffing.

I can't be bothered to go into the bathroom to change, so I just face the wall while I take my top off and pants, but I make my mistake early, I forgot about the permanent yellow bruising, the fresh red and purple coloured and old white scars, and the deep knife and bullet wounds covering my back and legs. I feel pairs of eyes searching my body, I turn around and find everyone staring at me. And me being me, I make a joke out of it, but they take it seriously. "Wanna know how I got these scars?" They look at me like I'm a lunatic, worry and concern lace their faces, "yeah, actually we do, they look really bad" Saffron says, obviously looking super worried.

he said as Jasmine scanned her from top to bottom. Scar was a beautiful, built woman, light in color, about 5 inches taller than Jasmine, with long black straight hair that was messily placed in a ponytail. She had big lips, flawless eyes, and a cute nose then there was the meaning behind her name Scar. On the right side of her neck was a scar that added to her look. Scar looked skillful and it immediately intimated Jasmine.

he half smiled and left the bathroom. Ugh, what is wrong with me! Asking him to join me in the shower, could I be any more slutty. It’s like all logic and morals are out the door when he is around. He just drives me so damn crazy. I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and wrapped the towel around me. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eye was basically back to the right colour, with just a small dark pink patch remaining on my eyelid. The burns on my neck were nearly gone. There were still some patches of discolouration and some spots that looked like small round scars, but the skin itself was healed. I turned slightly to look at the slashes on my back, they were all gone too, not eve

It’s not possible. It was just an attraction. Temporary. She’s a beautiful and kind girl, and I’m just attracted to her personality—that’s all. I tried convincing myself. I stared at my reflection for a while. The scars on the right side of my face looked the same as always—ugly and disgusting. But the right… it still had traces of the man I used to be. I lifted my hand to cover the scarred half. The other side… wasn’t so bad. Just then, an idea struck my mind.

Directly to the white blouse of Cassandra. Gasps everywhere. "Oh, fuck," Natalie thought, not even faking it. "Guess I'm clumsy too." The whole place went silent. Cassandra stood still with open eyes and a dripping chest. "You bitch!" she screamed. "Watch your mouth," Natalie said, like nothing at all. "It's just a drink. You ought to have a shower before you begin to reek of cheap perfume and desperation. I swear, I almost laughed. Cassandra was on the point of bursting out.

Instinctively her free hand went to her body to check just how far up her T-shirt had ridden. “What is it?” Sasha asked her, his attention caught by the movement of her hand. “Uh… You’re heavy, Sasha. You’re still on top of me and you’re hurting me,” Veronica told him, not entirely truthfully.

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

Sound amazing," Lindsay remarked, her eyes fixed on the dark paste with astonishment. "Yeah." Sean nodded with a smile. "Can it also remove scars from the lower abdomen?" Lindsay asked. "Sure, it works on all kinds of scars," Sean replied. "Then will it cause a lot of hair growth after applying?" Lindsay asked cautiously. "Hair growth?" Sean was a little puzzled. "You know… Since our body has pores all over, will it cause hair to grow wherever we apply it?" Lindsay elaborated. "Oh, I see where you're getting at now!" Sean clarified, saying, "Don't worry, the pores on our scalp and skin are different. It won't cause hair growth on your skin."