Scars Novels & Stories

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

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.”

I wiggle my brows at them as they laugh and pull back from the hug. Ry stops laughing and becomes serious. “How bad is it?” He asks softly, placing his hand on my cheek. “I haven’t looked. I’m not sure I want to,” I say, touching my right eye gently over the bandage. I lean over and turn on the small lamp on the side table, then lean back and lift my shirt up to see where she sliced me with the knife over my stomach. I pull back the bandage carefully and see that a pink scar has formed. “The doctor says that the scars will never heal properly because of the type of wolfsbane,” I explain.

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets

The scab on the wound had fallen off, leaving a faint pink mark. Remembering that day, I sighed softly and took out the scar removal cream, carefully applying it to the wound. The cream had a faint, pleasant medicinal scent that I liked. The bottle was pure white, small and exquisite, with no label indicating its origin or name. It looked more like a private formulation. Wendy's words echoed in my ears. She was tireless in trying to introduce me to potential boyfriends. While her words might be exaggerated, they weren't completely made up.

"Then... the scar on my face, do you have any way to get rid of it? I've tried every scar treatment on the market over the years, expensive ones, cheap ones... not a single one does a damn thing!" Tabitha looked down at the tight grip around her wrist. When she raised her eyes back up, they were filled with a perfectly measured look of sympathetic apology. "Most scar products on the market are just marketing gimmicks; the actual results depend entirely on the individual's skin. This scar of yours is an old, deep-set injury from years ago. Trying to erase it completely... I'm afraid it won't be easy." The hope on Rosemary's face died instantly, looking exactly like a candle blown out by a gus

As the doctor is Arthur's personal doctor, she didn’t want to go on his bad side. "Your body will heal in a week, but the scars on this scar cannot be removed in a week. It will take at least 15 days to heal them. However, you can use makeup to cover these scars. Models usually use heavy makeup during photo shoots." The doctor told her Hearing the doctor's words, she looked at him angrily and said, "I didn't ask you to give me your suggestion. I want to remove these scars on my body naturally. I don't want to cover these scars with makeup and I don't use much makeup

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

the doctor said. “Well, what is it?” I demanded impatiently. “The wound was a fatal wound. She could have bled to death. Because of that, the wound will scar,” the doctor stated. “And?” I asked. “And there is a strong potential that if someone were to try and mark the young woman, it may not take because of the scarring,” she shared.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.