Romans & histoires Scars By I Am They

The way he looked at me as though I had slipped through his fingers, though I wasn’t sure I’d ever been in his hands to begin with. Was that even a fight? I wasn’t sure. It hadn’t been shouting or doors slamming. Just silence. Silence with an edge sharp enough to cut through bone. I sat up with a sigh, swinging my legs off the bed. My scars prickled under the moonlight, old marks etched into my skin like someone else’s handwriting. I reached for the jar on the nightstand,the cream Malrik had left without a word weeks ago. Scar removal. Expensive. Rare. I rubbed it carefully over my arms, my collarbone, down to my legs. Slow circles, like erasing an old story.

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

One was in the bathtub and the others were assisting her in her bath. Agnes silently let them scrub her back and wash her body. She sat in the bathtub without moving and letting them do their work. After a while, they made her stand and dressed her up. She felt like she was in an 80's movie that features the life of royalty. Agnes watched her bare self in the reflection of the mirror. The scars that fade away was now replaced by a new and fresh one. Her eyes wandered around her body until they found the oldest one near her stomach.

‘Of course, there was nothing girls like her had to offer, except trouble. “These marks still seem so pronounced on the skin of your back. Shouldn't you do something to get rid of them?” Amelia's sudden eyes wandered to the recalcitrant old scars that crossed Skylar's back, which were a result of how her father had made her life hell as a child.

Three of them lunged for me at once and I jumped out of the way but one of them caught me, giving the other a chance to sink their sharp teeth into my skin. I screamed again as I tried to pry them off but they wouldn't budge. I felt myself grow weak as I sank to my knees and they all wanted a piece of me. That would have been funny if I wasn't being mauled to death. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks and loud screams escaped my lips. I could barely hold myself up anymore. I was starting to feel numb when I heard my name being screamed. It sounded distant but I recognized that voice anywhere. Beta Carlos.

Now I am a threat to her. “No, I want to leave it,” I said, laying back down. “Are you sure?” he said. “Yes, how did you do that, by the way? I thought she could do it because she was a witch,” I said. “Well, demons hate having scars or any beautification on their body because it makes them feel unattractive, so we have the power to clear the scars that bother us,” he said. No wonder Alma is so full of herself. The first day I met her, I low key admired her skin. She has such clear and gorgeous skin and I thought she was beautiful, but obviously she is very rotten to the core.

Alruin His scream got my attention for a split second and the energy zapping through every part of my veins slipped for a split second. I could think again, I could see with my own eyes rather than the red light that had blurred everything. There was the scent of blood all over me, and my arms were covered in it. How many people had been consumed by my rage? Why was Marla still standing with a shocked look in her eyes as I calmed the violent wind around us. She squinted at me in confusion and shook her head, as if she had just woken up from a coma.

I inquired "I have a scar and I don’t mind having it." "Well, that’s because yours is on your palm and no one sees it." "I don’t care if people see it or not and I think you shouldn’t care either. Maybe if you don’t see it as a scar you won’t care anymore." "Yeah right." I scoffed "I’m serious. Why don’t you try seeing it as something different." "Like what?" He takes a step closer to me "I don’t know, maybe as an experience for instance, or a memory." He suggested

She licked the blood up and over his marks, effectively healing them before she said something to him that made him smile and walk back out the same way he came in. Scar appeared when he left, and Ian nodded to him prompting the room to be cleared out. Couple by couple made their way out, who I realized were feeding slowly, not enjoying the privacy of the room like I previously thought. {He didn't kill them.}The music was quieter here, and while it didn't make a world of difference, it allowed Amara to be closer to the surface. [And?] I scoffed at her, [Is that supposed to be impressive?] {It's something, it's hope that Linden will see the good in him that I can.}

Damien chuckled a bit. “Nobody cares about your scars, mate. With or without them, you are beautiful inside and out. Scars are not signs of weakness; instead, they are a sign that you survived something horrific. I don’t know what happened in the Midnight Pack, but I am sure you would have died, but here you are, alive with only scars to show what you went through,” he said, and I kept quiet.