Scars By James Bay Novels & Stories

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?

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Then he accompanied her to the hospital himself to get the wound cleaned up. She'd thought he was overreacting, but he'd just smiled and said, "Lyra, you're the most important woman in my life. I don't want any scars on you—except maybe from having our kids. Smooth skin looks best with beautiful clothes and jewelry." And now, with her face covered in blood, he'd brushed her off to take care of someone else. He once swore she'd never have to bear a scar, but he made her risk her life to donate bone marrow for another woman. Even marriage and kids—he'd planned all that with someone else behind her back.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

She kept on making cuts "LINA STOP WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER?!" Jaxon screamed at her The next thing Lina did, left everyone speechless except James who was praising her. Rosalina just let out a faint scream as Lina burned hot steel on her thigh, bruising her skin Jaxon was shocked as he panicked about the situation. He felt as if thousands of knives had stabbed his heart. The scar in her skin as purple as ever. "Okay enough for today! Hope you enjoyed bye-bye!" James said

He kisses my neck and shoulder before whispering, "I told you, you were beautiful..." "Zachariah..." My eyes go to the skin exposed near my chest as I continue, "M... M... My S... Sc... Sca... Scars... How can I be beautiful?" I can't stop the tears that slip from my eyes. He turns me to face him and places his hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears. "Yasmine, your scars add to your beauty. I don't even see them anymore... Please wear it for me?"

She knew from his clothes that he must’ve been working, probably checking for poachers who, she guessed, were as much a potential threat here as they had often been on her stepbrother’s estate. Shivering, she headed back to her bed. It was almost three o’clock in the morning and as she touched her face Veronica realized that it was wet with her tears. “Why the hell am I being so pathetic... Standing there with tears pouring down my face, reliving the pain of the past? And for what? I’m just so stupid…” she yelled at herself. Oh, how she envied Sasha... Her mouth twisted into a bitter smile as she tried to imagine him ever crying a single tear over her. What had happened to her willpower, her

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

I hurried upstairs to the bedroom to change clothes. I am currently standing in front of the large mirror in the bathroom. I can clearly see my whole body, especially when I take off the robe I am wearing. The scars on my chest and shoulders immediately come into view. When I try to look at my back, I see two more there. They are the scars from Yuan’s gunshots. They left marks, and they are very visible on my skin because I am fair. Somehow, I feel like he left these scars intentionally, so I would still think of him every time I see them. The scars that made my heart break even more. The scars that made my whole being feel disgusted and afraid.