Scars Novels & Stories

I heard a hum of disproval as glanced it over His eyes narrowed a bit as he thought about something. It was quiet for a minute before he came to an apparent conclusion and stood back up. "What?" I asked him. "I think I know something that will make that fade faster." He told. I looked down at the scar before returning my gaze to Nico. "There's no way to fully get rid of it is there?" Nico shook his head. "No, despite what the medical industry has tried, scars for humans stay there. I could have done something the night it happened to have prevented it from scarring, but I wasn't thinking straight."

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.

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.

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.