Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

It was alluring, but a bit dangerous. One day, he offered me a glass of wine he made himself, leaning on a wall covered in vines. "Cheers to the new neighbor," he said in his drawling foreign accent. I took the glass, acting like I did not notice the ring on his finger that meant he was in the mafia, and I just smiled. "Cheers to you too."

“People keep avoiding me because of this scar on my face and men won't stop rejecting me because of it too. Isn't it enough reason to get worked up, huh?” “I have told you countless times not to concern yourself with what people say or do because of the scar on your face.” she said, taking my hand in hers. “We are humans, and it's in our nature to speak. So, people will always make ugly comments about the scar on your face.” “You keep saying that.” I said, my eyes burning with tears. “However, you have no idea how I feel. No matter how much I try to explain it to you, there's no way you'll understand how it feels to have this scar on my face. It's killing me.”

Damien chuckled a bit. “Nobody cares about your scars, mate. With or without them, you are beautiful inside and out. Scars are not signs of weakness; instead, they are a sign that you survived something horrific. I don’t know what happened in the Midnight Pack, but I am sure you would have died, but here you are, alive with only scars to show what you went through,” he said, and I kept quiet.

He shook his head. She decided to shove his comment aside and went for the question that have been burning her lips. "Where did you get the scars?" He paused midway, when he was getting ready to shove the spoon in his mouth. He lowered the spoon and fixed her. "Behind every scar there is pain." He simply said. "You haven't explained how." She said. "Pain. I got them through pain. I bet you don't have a cut do you?" He asked. She brought her hands to her lap shyly. "I'll have scares once I'm healed." She boast.

They left too many scars on me. Scars that cannot be healed.

“I guess I can see what you’re saying, but this…this is too much.” “Good thing I disagree.” “No. Not a good thing. The thing with my scars as they are a symbol to me now. They’re a symbol to me that I survived some of thing horrific. What will your scars symbolize?” “It is my reminder that no matter how much it may hurt, never to turn my back on those that need me the most. To pay attention, and to show those that I love, that I do actually love them, at all times.” “But scars?”

I inhaled sharply, and my lips parted as I slowly exhaled. "This one is a reminder, Evangeline. The reminder that when people tried to break you; when they thought of you as a weak person and thought they could just end you with a single measly bullet; they failed. They are the ones cold, six feet under the ground and here you are, still standing, still beautiful, still strong," he whispered all the while looking into my eyes through the mirror, his lips slowly moved against my earlobe. His hand caressed the scar while the other rested over my waist, "Wear your scars with pride, Vita mia, they show who you are and the thought makes me even crazier for you. You're not a princess, you're my wa

"Do you think anything can be done about the scar?" "I will try my best to eliminate them"

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.