Scars By I Am They Novels & Stories

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

Which he did, and let me tell you that scar cream did zit. "A-fter a few m-months... he realised he t-the scars weren't healing. They weren't dissappearing like he w-wanted.... T-the only s-scar that actually healed w-was the one on my h-head. You can only see it if you l-look closely.... I'd g-get dirty l-looks on the street, so I s-started to cover up... T-that was when.... T-that was when my e-ex started.... calling me names. He'd tell me I-I'd never b-be beautiful again. T-that no one would w-want me, and I-I'd be alone forever." I whisper out through the sobs escaping my chest. I feel Alessandro tighten his hold on me bringing me into his lap, as he drapes the blanket back over me.

And now the one she had loved with all her heart was ripping her apart. "The Moon has mistakenly paired me with a vile being like you. I deserve better than an ugly witch." Disgust was dripping from Darach's tone. Amber swallowed the lump formed in the throat. "Is it because of the scars?" Amber asked out of the blue. "Huh..?" Darach was caught off guard by her question. "I knew my scars were ugly but if it's because of them I can hide them just like before, you won't ever see them again but don't force me to cut you out of my life." Amber said tracing her fingers on Darach's jaw.

If he would say that it was his right, then that would be a lie. It was Liara who had suggested to him the night when she saw his scars for the first time by saying, 'Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived. 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 the scars in your life disappear, but you can change the way you see them. And if you will ask me, then you can get your body tattooed with beautiful art to change the way to look at your body.'

Proof that the truth doesn’t always win out and really ambitious and resourceful people can get away with multiple attempts at m*rder. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about that. Scars are just something that stay with you forever. I do know that sometimes the ones that have silver in them will open up if I take a hit too hard, like they are fresh. I never understood that, they are a year old now, they shouldn’t still open up, but maybe that’s the silver, maybe I am too weak to heal from them properly. They are a reminder of one of the worst situations of my life, but at the same time, I am still here with them so they also show that I survived. I don’t know if I want them to go away, but

What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that monster forever. I hadn’t realized that Liam had stopped brushing my hair until he gently takes hold of my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Scars are nothing more than proof that you are stronger than you know. They show that you have lived through difficult times but you’re still here, still fighting. Don’t be ashamed of your scars. You should wear them proudly. Not many could have survived what you did.” I nod my head at him and go back to washing as he continues to brush out my hair. The water begins to cool and he starts to let it out, turning on the faucet and adding more hot water as the cooler water runs out of the tub,

"Because I'm here to heal you..." Suddenly, the scar on my arm glowed. It glowed in cool blue. With that, Iram's scar also glowed the same color on his eyebrow. Iram shouted in pain. He immediately held his face where the scar marred his eyebrows. "W-what's happening?" I asked. "It's burning!" He protested in pain. As it was beginning to hurt him, the gash on my back slowly healed in no time. Everyone gasped as they witnessed that phenomenon.

His lips found the curve of her throat, trailing down with reverence, not haste. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded. "I need to feel something that isn't pain." He undressed her slowly, carefully unveiling every inch of her skin like a prayer. She kissed the scars on his chest; he kissed the onee etched into her heart. She signed in pleasure as he took her bosom in his mouth. She opened to him like a flower and he made love to her. When they came together, it was more than passion. It was reclamation. A vow that despite all they had endured, they were still standing. Still together.

A look of… wonder. “You’re still here,” he said softly. His voice was rough from sleep, but clearer. Stronger. “I said I would be.” I straightened up, wincing as my muscles protested. He pushed himself up to sit against the headboard. The sheet pooled around his waist. He was still shirtless. The lines of his body were stark in the morning light—powerful, but marked with faint scars, with the evidence of a life lived hard. My gaze caught on one particularly old, silvery line across his ribs. Without thinking, I asked, “Where did you get that?”

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.