Scars Novels & Stories

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

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.

I was caught in a strange kind of madness, unable to escape. “Your scar is a sign of your past, just like mine,” he whispered. “But it's not a sign of weakness. It's a reminder of what you've been through, and how you've come out stronger on the other side. Never be ashamed of your scars - they make you who you are.” Finally, he brought his face to mine and I could see the dark, intense passion that flickered across them as he stared at me.

he retorted, a hint of confusion tainting his voice. "Well, typically, scars that have been present for over a decade tend to gradually fade due to metabolic processes," Gwyneth replied, recalling the scar she had observed at the hospital. She was certain she hadn't misjudged it. Elizabeth's scar couldn't be more than a few years old at most. Furthermore, burns and scalds affected muscles differently, with scalds generally healing faster.

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 swear!” After getting the nod of approval from Lian Jiang, Jian Jianan went to the Department of Burns and Dermatology, and consulted the doctor on how to remove scars! “Do you know what caused the scar?” “I think it was from a scalding, like by hot liquid, or burned by fire. It was not a small scar!” “Do you know when the scarring happened?” “Erm… I’m not so sure about that. Can you tell me how to remove it?”

“There are scars. Deep ones. I don’t want them there.” Lucien’s hand tightened on the back of my chair, but he stayed silent. “Scars can be resurfaced,” Dr. Moreau said softly. “Lasers, grafts, sometimes even resection. It depends how deep.” “They’re deep.” My voice cracked before I could stop it. “They’re ugly. They’re stupid and I don’t want them.” “Then we’ll remove them.” She didn’t hesitate, didn’t pity me. Just a simple fact, and something in my chest eased.

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.