Scars By James Bay Novels & Stories

She stayed with me last night, we watched movies and did our nails we had a girls night. I sat in front of the mirror while Josephine did my hair, I reached up with my hand and ran my fingers over the scars on my shoulders and the top of my breasts. Dominic and Caleb see them as badges of survival but I still see them as ugly and proof of how weak I was or still am. I am now worried about the fact that people will be able to see them, I look up from my scars to meet Josephine's eyes in the mirror.

He is a living deity of beauty. “Your scars will never scare me. I have scars too, and all the scars have a story to tell the world, and all I want to know is yours.” He said it, and I was shocked. Now I am seeing the darkness behind the beauty I was seeing earlier. His body was well built but covered with scars. What!!

I nodded and went into the bathroom before she asks any more questions. Going into the bathroom and I peeled off my gown the scarf around my neck along with my pop-socks remaining my bra and pant on I looked at the mirror to see the reflection of the ugly thing I have become. My body was decorated with different sizes of scars, some healed up already, while some are still healing up. I saw a red spot close to my ribcage, touching it was painful, my ribcage must have broken when James kicked me yesterday. The only part in my body with no scar is my face, they purposely don't hit on my face so others won't be suspicious of them and get their reputation ruined, I didn't know when tears began es

It was also considered as a submission. "Okay, I apologize to the Pride of the Alpha. And I also submit to her. Please don't banish me like that." He said in a fearful tone. His hands and legs were shaking with fear. Just then I noticed something odd. I had never seen it in my entire life, or maybe I just never noticed it. One of James' palms had a scar on it. It was ugly and it looked old. And to be honest, it looked as if he was bitten by a pup a long time ago. I was as if I was a statue. I was not able to move. I did not even know if I was breathing or not.

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,

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

I hardly even notice the scars anymore. The worst one is the 9 inch scar that goes directly up the center of my stomach over my belly button its the thickest of them a constant reminder of the past I want to forget but don’t deserve to. The scar’s on my hip have faded some what with time and generally don’t bother me, they are smaller and could easily be mistaken for a stretch mark. I rub my fingers gently down the scar starting from the top just below my rib cage and slowly tracing it all the way down circling my belly button and continuing to the top of my pelvic bone. Then I move to the ones on my hip, these scars remind me of why I need to live my life the way I do, and any time I forget

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

Scars stared at the pillow in front of him. “Are you in pain?” she said. “Do you need something? Should I get a doctor?” “No, baby,” he said, and suddenly, it was Scars again, and she almost sagged in relief. “I’m not in pain.” “OK so…” She stroked his face. “You OK? All things considered?” “Well. I mean, I’m obviously devastated about the fresh scars ending my promising modelling career,” Scars said. “But I’ll get past it. Somehow.”

He was glad a better man was going to be with her. He felt the scar on his shoulder itch and took off his T-shirt. He scratched it till it burnt. "Beau, how....how did you get that scar?!" Colin stood right behind him,his face pale with horror. "It was a terrible bar fight..." "Don't lie to me! A bottle does not leave such scars!" "It's nothing Col." "No it's not. I know what made that scar,I have the exact thing over my back!" Colin said showing Beau the scar. "When did James do that Beau?"