Novel & Cerita Scars Above

she was still rambling on and on when Gabe stopped her. He had just seemed to process what she had said to him so he stopped her to ask her. "Wait a minute, scars? What do you mean by scars on her upper thigh? I don't understand." He wasn't even sure that he had heard her well, but she couldn't have been talking about any scar. Where would Alex get scars anyway? He asked himself. "Yes, alpha. It was a series of scars swirled around on her upper thigh." She said.

My skin, luminous and as pale as the moon. His fingers skim my collarbone, leaving a flutter of sparks as he moves my hair to hang down my back. I see it. two black puncture scars with beautiful and intricate black vines, with flowers and what looks like ivy leaves. It trails from the punctures down my side and over my new and improved curves. It weaves around my leg like a snake and stops on my foot.

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

I wiggle my brows at them as they laugh and pull back from the hug. Ry stops laughing and becomes serious. “How bad is it?” He asks softly, placing his hand on my cheek. “I haven’t looked. I’m not sure I want to,” I say, touching my right eye gently over the bandage. I lean over and turn on the small lamp on the side table, then lean back and lift my shirt up to see where she sliced me with the knife over my stomach. I pull back the bandage carefully and see that a pink scar has formed. “The doctor says that the scars will never heal properly because of the type of wolfsbane,” I explain.

They were the kind of blue that would remind you of a freezing block of ice. Those unforgiving eyes were framed by thick eyelashes that were long enough to make me a little jealous. He had a scar on the corner of his lips and on his forehead, just above his right eye. But, they didn't mar his beauty. His skin was littered with scars of different sizes and shapes. It hurt just to look at them. He had such terrible scars. Yet, he was not ashamed of them. He owned them because they were a part of him.

Chapter 54 The Mysterious Scar Harriet stood before the mirror, struggling to slip her frame into the beautiful dress. As she gazed at her reflection, her eyes suddenly fixated on a certain spot. There, just three inches below her shoulder, an inexplicable crescent-shaped scar caught her attention. It emitted a faint white glow under the light. It didn't appear to be a recent injury, nor did it seem accidental. She was certain she had never had a scar there before.

Scars stared at the pillow in front of him. “Are you in pain?” she said. “Do you need something? Should I get a doctor?” “No, baby,” he said, and suddenly, it was Scars again, and she almost sagged in relief. “I’m not in pain.” “OK so…” She stroked his face. “You OK? All things considered?” “Well. I mean, I’m obviously devastated about the fresh scars ending my promising modelling career,” Scars said. “But I’ll get past it. Somehow.”

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.