Scars And Stripes Novels & Stories

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

He replied, short and to the point. I hated how my eyes stayed glued to his body when he tugged his shirt off, showing off the rippled sculpture of his muscles. Scars littered his skin, proof of his fight to rise to the top. I wondered how he earned some of them, particularly the scar that spread from his left peck to his hip line in a clean diagonal.

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

“You’re ours, just as we are yours,” Kallen moved my hair behind my head, making a makeshift bun when I saw what he meant. I gasped as I leaned closer to the mirror. On each side of my neck there were two scars, they looked like a crescent moon with a shade of black. And… I loved them. Something about the marks made me feel powerful and so beautiful.

Even a flicker of complicated emotion flashed in Scott's eyes. Were they worried about me? I shook my head and immediately dismissed the thought. The first time they forced me to give Nicole blood, they had reacted the same way when they saw how pale my lips were, but they eventually got used to it. Whenever I resisted and refused to donate, Scott would say, "It's just a little blood, and you'll recover after a bowl of chicken soup. Stop being so dramatic." When I went to Devin and showed him my bruised arms from the frequent blood draws, he simply said, "Bruises fade in a few days. You've been doing this for a year now, so how are you still not used to it?"

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.

'Scar? 'I NEED YOU ASAP!' 'SOS' 'CODE RED' 'Scarlet?' 'Scaaaaaaaaaarrrrlleeeeetttt' 'Bitch do you not see this?' 'You blind?' 'SCARLET! I am in danger there are people out here trying to kill me aaaaaaaahhh so exciting! Isn't it?' 'I need you with me' 'Come on, we'll fight them together 'Scarlet?' 'SCARLET' 'you bitch, are gonna come when I'm dead!!!!!'

Axelair’s growl shook the frame, but I didn’t move. I sank to the floor instead, curling my knees to my chest. My fingers brushed my arm, and when I glanced down, the sight almost made me gag. I could see faint stripes of darkened blood and a scar as large as a pothole. They were so… ugly. This was the work of silver and wolfsbane. The burning liquid that still felt like it was crawling under my skin. I traced them with shaking fingers as hot tears slid down my cheeks. “Oh, Mia.” My chest heaved, and I pressed a fist against my mouth to silence the sob that burst out anyway.