Novel & Cerita Scars By James Bay

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

and I watched every single one because that’s the payment I wanted, not money, not fame, but proof that my scars could become someone else’s shield. One night after everyone left James found me in the studio at 2 AM again, not cutting fabric, just sitting in the dark with my knees pulled up because sometimes the quiet gets too loud even when you’re safe, and he didn’t turn the lights on, he just sat on the floor next to me and put his arm around me and said “Talk or don’t talk, I’m here either way,” and I didn’t talk for a long time, I just breathed until my breathing matched his and then I said “I’m scared I’ll never stop being scared,” and he said “You might not, but you’ll never be scared

Scar breathed, still trying to catch her breath as she ran her hands up and down Damon 's sweaty back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be like that," Damon admitted, his voice rough with emotion. He rolled off of Scar afterward and stared up at the ceiling, feeling like his life had just changed irrevocably. Because he knew, without a doubt, that he was going to fall in love with this woman, and there was no more dangerous move to make besides walking straight into enemy fire.

His beautiful body right in front of me makes me just keep staring and then I see a full-top body full over tattoos and scars. "I have scars too, Casey; some faded and some will always remain. I covered up a fair few of them but believe me. You're beautiful, baby. You are so beautiful, I don't care about what you look like. The scars show you survived. It's part of you and if you don't like them, then that's also okay; you can do whatever you want to them. Tattoos or skin grafting, of they allow that or if it's even a thing to do,. Let me look after you"

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

Jason shrugged, “well, you’re loud and boring and she’s more interesting and fun to be with than you are.” Jason continued, “even with her scarred face, she is still more beautiful than you.” “You have the looks of my great grandmother, even with all the plastic surgery that your face has undergone, yet there is nothing appealing about you.” Jason fired at Tina. Tina felt so embarrassed, her tongue clung to the roof of her mouth, no words came out. She drowned in silent shame, she had not expected Jason to stand up for Aria. Aria’s heart thudded, what the hell was happening?

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

Jack handed a hot cup of coffee to me. I took it and gulped it down feeling the hotness in my stomach. My cheeks and lips still hurts Jack brought out an ice pack and began massaging it on my face. I winced in pain, Jack had a sorry look on his face. "I should have killed that bastard, how dare he hurt you" Jack muttered clearly mad "It okay, but you did beat him up" I managed to say He resumed massaging my lips when suddenly our eyes met. !!𝑂𝒉 𝑏𝑜𝑦!! Those cute dreamy eyes

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.