Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

He looked away after saying that. “What do you mean?” I asked, moving closer towards him. He summoned his courage and looked up at me, “It’s because I do not deserve you. You do not deserve a man like me, a man with scars.” “It’s okay to have scars,” I replied with conviction. “In fact, I love men with scars. People that have been hurt are better lovers. Moreover, the fact that they have scars means they have healed.” “Really? If they’ve been healed, why doesn’t the scar disappear?” Kelvin asked. I looked into his eyes, burning for him,

"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.

“I felt like a monster that broke my mum’s beautiful marriage though she never blamed me” She held my lips with her right hand. “You are not,” she whispered, shaking her head. Our eyes locked. “Neither do you, Miss Glasses. Believe me,” I responded sharply. She quietly removed her hand from my mouth and looked away to the window. “My mum always told me, back when I was ashamed of the scar, that our scars make us beautiful and different,” I snapped. “They show that we can overcome anything—if we accept them and flaunt them the way we like.”

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?

"Oh no I am hideous, all the scars I have, such a terrible sight." "Your scars are beautiful." "Even the one across my face?" Prince Mangus asked. "Especially the one across your face." They smiled faintly to each other. "Scars are reminders of not what you have been through but you have overcome so you are just a wonder of a sight." "Wow, you are so nice, I guess it really was just me bringing out the hostility in you," he said and they chuckled. "I did say that," she said and they chuckled on.

Unable to speak, I slowly nodded my head and traced his toned abs which were visible through his black fitted shirt. “Wanna feel them, skin to skin?” His lips curved up and I looked away. Skilfully, he removed his shirt and I almost forgot to breathe when his naked chest came into my view, the Greek God in human flesh was sitting next to me. He had toned abs and scarred skin, it left no to imagination. He had won many battles, ditched death multiple times because who scars looked old. My fingers traced them very delicately. “They remind me of who I am and what is expected from me. My scars are my trophy, they motivate me to learn from the past and reshape my present as I wish.” He said and g

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

“It was rude of me to stare. But yes, I am here for work.” Elara’s expression softened, and she nodded. “You may be surprised to learn that my scars are a symbol of my strength, Miss Rogers.” She ran a finger along the length of her neck, staring into space. “This scar is a reminder of everything I’ve overcome to get to where I am today.” I swallowed hard.

__________________________ Hope you liked it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) I wish all my readers will have a safe journey ahead and never face a situation like this but if some of you had face it already, then do not feel miserable or weak... your suffering will end and with time and love you will be healed again. (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠) Scars may not fade away completely but with each passing time, it surely will stop hurting... (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

He kissed the scar on my chest softly, making me close my eyes. “It’s not ugly, Maddie,” he whispered, looking into my eyes. “You really don’t think it’s disgusting? Isn’t it... horrible?” I asked. “This scar shows that you saved my life. How could I ever think that’s disgusting?” he said with a soft smile. “I love you, Maddie—every part of you, including your scars. They only make me love you more.” His words felt like music to my ears, so beautiful they took my breath away.