Scars By I Am They Novels & Stories

Amelia stares at me, her eyes wide with shock as they roam over my scarred body, taking in the myriad of marks that crisscross my skin and the fresh blood of Henry's that paints me in a gruesome tableau. I can practically hear the thoughts racing through her mind. Disgusting. Ugly. He must have done something to deserve it. Thank heavens, we're enemies; otherwise, I'd be stuck with someone so repulsive. My heart clenches painfully in my chest, knowing with absolute certainty that those are the thoughts consuming her. Even if we weren't enemies, my scars would have ensured we never ended up together.

My hair is in its natural color, the strands fall over my shoulder, covering part of my breasts, my eyes are darker, they no longer look like just amethyst, but a purple agate, and my white skin is covered with scars. Scars that will never heal, because they are the memory that the Gods left me, as if what I had lived and seen would be forgotten. I am not a person who cares about scars, since I was a child I have carried them, but these... I hate them. They are not things I can be proud of. They weren't made for defending a loved one. They weren't made on an honorable battlefield... They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to le

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.

Scars. “I only have this tattoo as a means of covering the stigma they branded on me. This scar is meant to tell the rest of the world how useless I am. That I’m a pitiful Omega with no place in society. I’m to be despised by every werewolf who sees it. It’s a target on my back, declaring that I’m a rogue wolf. That I’m free-game, to be hunted down by any pack I approach in the future. Living in the wild seems like a fate worse than death. Freedom for me would be…impossible.”

The sixth time photos of him cheating surfaced, Leander Prescott snatched the knife from my hand and brought it down hard. Stroke by stroke, he carved the name "Seraphina Vale" into his thigh. "Happy now? Can you leave Celeste alone?" I stood frozen, staring at him as if I suddenly didn't recognize the man in front of me. For ten years, we had tortured each other over Leander's infidelity. Every time he crossed the line, I carved my name into his flesh. Wrist-cutting, kidnapping, even hanging Celeste Waverly from a helicopter to threaten her—every scar on his body had a bloody story behind it. He had never been this calm. … Seeing the confusion in my eyes, a flicker of tenderness pa

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

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,

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

It had been many weeks but the scars on my wrists hadn’t disappeared, I hadn’t even been allowed to treat it at all. I had promised myself to try and find an herb or make a herb paste that would make scars fade away but now, it was useless. I liked him but I was only a leverage to him. “Why do you always like the wrong people, Ami?” I whispered to myself as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

★★★★★ 4PM* The members had gotten back from Rome unharmed but Scar was an exception. Her arms was still untreated since they didn't take any aid kit with them. "OMG, scar.....Your arm!" Lila exclaimed immediately she set her eyes on her. "It nothing Lila, it just a bullet!" Scar let out a smile. "Let go to the suite. I'll help you treat it!" She offered and scar nodded. "Thanks baby!" Scar smiled hanging her arm around Lila's neck.