Novel & Cerita Scars And Stripes

I spoke as I climbed onto the first slab, Stripes walking ahead. “No shit.” “I don’t want to make things worse.” “You can’t get any worse than this” Stripes laughed from ahead, heaving his basket up to get a better grip “no way.” I kept climbing behind Stripes, who was powering ahead. I caught a glimpse of the back of his neck and cringed. It was just a scar now, but the large ‘TRAITOR’ gleaming back at me was a reminder of how I had betrayed Stripes when he needed me most.

In the small, quiet room, as his trembling hands undid the first button of my dress. Caleb froze. My body was covered in a network of scars, old and new. There were bruises from combat training, and purple marks that spoke of the countless times Lydia's followers had ganged up on me. There were burn scars from silver weapons, silvery white tracks snaking across my ribs. There were marks from energy blasts, the eternal sigils left when a wolf's spirit is damaged. And... the claw marks he himself had left. The deep scratches were a reminder of every "punishment" he had dealt me.

24 Clara Scars... The only marks visible or invisible that prove we are human. I call scars badges of honor. They are a good reminder that;you fought a battle , war , or got up after you've fallen down repeatedly. Whether you've won or lost it is mark of a true hero; cause you rose up to the challenge set before you and tried. It takes courage to try. There are two types of scars; the visible and invisible. One of the two can be dangerous. The visible scar is easily spotted and either fades over time or heals but leaves a mark.

I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with. A scars mean a hurt is over and the wound is close. It means you conquered the pain , learned a lesson, grew stronger and move forward. A scar is a tattoo of triumph to be proud of . Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make scars in your life disappear , but you can change the way you see them. You can start seeing your scars as a. Sign of strength and not of pain. ---

I worry I’ll wear these scars forever. Stepping out of the shower, I wipe the condensation from the mirror and freeze. A mark lingers on my neck, darker and more stubborn than the others. Deep red, tinged with purple. My fingers press against it, watching the color blanch before seeping back into its original hue. A pleasurable tingle ripples down my spine. That’s new. Is this one different from the others? It reminds me of the one Braden has on his ribs but I thought that was a birthmark. I'm sure I haven't always had this here ... Have I?

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I

he retorted, a hint of confusion tainting his voice. "Well, typically, scars that have been present for over a decade tend to gradually fade due to metabolic processes," Gwyneth replied, recalling the scar she had observed at the hospital. She was certain she hadn't misjudged it. Elizabeth's scar couldn't be more than a few years old at most. Furthermore, burns and scalds affected muscles differently, with scalds generally healing faster.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

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.”

It was the first time she was seeing me shirtless and she was lost of all word because all she did was stare. “The scars..they look attractive.” She mumbled. I wasn’t perfect but I loved that the scars made me even more attractive in her eyes. I had faint scars scattered across my chest and arms and the Donia mark was there too. They were battles scars that told the story of wars that I have conquered. The scars left behind the definition of strength, bravery and pride. Mia traced her fingers over every curve as tears shimmered in her eyes and then she kissed me passionately. Soon her fingers found their way to the zipper of my jeans and she tugged it openly and swiftly before kissing her wa