Scars By James Bay Novels & Stories

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

The firelight dances over our faces, showing the deep feeling in our eyes. “I need you to know something, Xander,” I begin nervously, clutching a small charm that has been with me through many problems. “Every scar on my skin, every wound, it tells a story—a story of pain, loss, and sometimes, hope. But I fear that some of these scars... they might break us apart if we allow them.” Xander’s eyes soften, and he takes my hand in his. “Aria, those scars are proof of your survival. They are signs that you’ve survived pain and still stand here, stronger than ever. They don’t define you...they improve you.”

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

I lifted my gaze to him, demanding an answer for his actions. “Scars set you apart from everyone else. They don’t ruin your identity; they give you a unique identity. I will make you fall in love with everything about yourself like I do. I will kiss your scars so many times that when you see them — the first thing that comes to your mind is not the scar, but our memories they hold. I will leave my permanent marks in your mind — in your memories. So that before you say you love me, you can proudly say you love yourself more.”

"That's why I learned how to make styptic powder. Often when he would beat me, I would be left bleeding. He would beat me even more if he saw blood on the ground. So I looked for ways to treat my scars that wouldn't involve a hospital." "Why did you run?" Xavier asks. I turn my gaze down to the ground, in embarrassment. "I just.." I begin to say, but can't manage to say it. "You just what?" Xavier says, turning my head to look at him. "I was embarrassed. I've always hated my scars. I hate how they continue to remind me of Craig and Gary, regardless of how much I try to forget." "Why were you embarrassed though?" I shift uncomfortably in his grasp. "I was afraid that you would see me differen

The tops and bottoms of his forearms are covered in horizontal scars. His inner war is seen on the battlefield of his skin. I touch his scars with my thumb and feel their bumps and edges without asking. They are all raised like the text of a brail novel. My eyes begin turning red. The more I touch his scars, the more I want to know. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he lets me study his scars. I count them. I see them. And I know the truth that Jeremy Davis needs my help to save his life.

James suggested his voice a seductive purr in my ear and a gentle nibble on my earlobe. "I like the sound of that," I whispered, my cheeks flushing. James' smirk widened as we undressed each other. I had seen James without his shirt before, but it always left me breathless. His gaze met mine as I tried to conceal the faint scars littering my belly, back, and thighs, remnants of past abuse.

Then when I was done, I simply said, “I hate looking at my scars and I don’t want anyone else to see them either. So, I stay covered.” Mel swam up to me. “You know what I think, Iva?” “That I’m pathetic?” She looked at me like I was crazy. “No. I think you are still letting your family control you. All of us have scars in some fashion or another. They are not who you are though. Plus, it shows how strong you are. You survived some serious and heavy shit. I’d wear those scars with pride. Not hide them away.” Sable came into the pool. She showed me her several scars. “This one here…this one is the most important one. Jaxon gave me this one. It’s how we met.”

It seemed the moon goddess had decided to teach her a lesson for not being with her true love. “And it’ll remain dark and gray until you’re taken care of.” Bellamy grinned, casually peeling off his shirt as I glanced his way. I was taken aback by the sight—his torso was covered in an array of scars, each one a testament to a violent past. There were numerous tattoos and dog tags scattered across his skin, but it was the scars that truly drew attention. They looked like relics from a bygone era, as if he’d been sliced or hacked in ways reminiscent of old punishments for rebellious pack members. “Hey, everyone gets a cut!” he joked, but his expression was anything but lighthearted. “I wanna se