Novel & Cerita Scars

Skyla's hand fled to her chest when she had a glimpse of his fully naked upper body. His body was badly bruised and had scars all over it! Skyla exclaimed, "I thought one deep scar might be responsible for all of this…" With that she lifted her eyes to gape at his blood covering the ground before getting back her gaze at his chest and then his abs. She continued in her mind, "But there are scars all over his body! It's impossible for me to conceal all of them! This doesn't look like an animal attack! I don't see any person would have done this much harm to me after all he seems strong enough to face whatever comes his way!" Skyl

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

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.

Sadly , the paste have little to no effect on the scars that is left behind. I take my bottom lip between my teeth , and I gentle nibble on it. While doing that , I twist my neck as far to the left as I can do to have a look at the scars on my back. I hear my self whimper as I see my peach cream like skin , decorated with hideous revolting scars that are painted all over my back. It looks so appalling that I doubt I could ever wear a dress that shows my bare back again. I let out a painful sigh , just glad that all that is scarred is my back.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

The scar seemed to have become slightly darker, and it had scabbed over. "Do you really not need medicine for the wound anymore?" Coco leaned in, checking the scar. "No, it's actually healed. I just need to wait for the scab to fall off. The stitches used to close the wound nowadays are non-removable, so there's no need to remove them," he explained. Her hand reached out instinctively to touch the scar, but then she pulled back, uncertain. Seeing her hesitation, he took her hand and placed it gently on his scar. "It’s already scabbed over, so it's safe to touch."

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

"Shouldn't you say something else?" "Should I?" He patted his hair as he looked at her with a tilted smile. "Take a bath and I'll help you with your injuries." She said. "Imogen would heal it overtime." He said. "But there'll be scars..you shouldn't leave scars all over your body." She shook her head. "Scars are a mark of victories." "Not today's scars." She moved closer to him, "These are marks of distraction." She whispered and raisedd her brows, her eyes brightening like the sun. Xandros's expression darkened as he stared at her.