Scars To Your Beautiful Meaning Lyrics Novels & Stories

Even a flicker of complicated emotion flashed in Scott's eyes. Were they worried about me? I shook my head and immediately dismissed the thought. The first time they forced me to give Nicole blood, they had reacted the same way when they saw how pale my lips were, but they eventually got used to it. Whenever I resisted and refused to donate, Scott would say, "It's just a little blood, and you'll recover after a bowl of chicken soup. Stop being so dramatic." When I went to Devin and showed him my bruised arms from the frequent blood draws, he simply said, "Bruises fade in a few days. You've been doing this for a year now, so how are you still not used to it?"

“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.”

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.

They were not just marks on his skin; they were emblems of resilience and courage. In those scars, Deep found a unique kind of beauty—a beauty that stemmed not from flawlessness, but from the stories they held. They were reminders of his inner strength, a constant reminder of his ability to endure and emerge stronger. As he sat there, he felt a surge of gratitude for these marks that adorned his skin. They weren't something to hide or be ashamed of; they were badges of honor, a silent testament to the challenges he had faced and conquered. With a newfound appreciation for his scars, Deep felt a sense of empowerment. They weren't just physical remnants of past wounds; they were symbols of his

I told him and he blinked at me once, trying to figure me out. “The scars don't make you ugly. It made you stronger. It's… a part of you that you probably wouldn't want to lose…” I trailed off when he scoffed. “You don't know that” “Oh, I do. I know that you would have gotten rid of this long ago if you wanted to. You left it this long till it became like this, almost irreversible” I pointed and I watched his throat work up slowly. “I…” “Tell me, Scarface. Do you really not know that you're gorgeous even with the scar or are you just trying to make me say it bluntly?” I asked and he literally choked on his breath.

With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”

”Anything ,you say”He smiled and she felt his lips on hers immediately . She tried pushing him away but he is more stronger than her .She suddenly felt sick . He continued kissing her and she just stood there like a log of wood not reciprocating neither is she moving . He broke from the kiss and touched her face .She couldn’t see his face because there is no light in the room . “You know you really are a beautiful girl .I think I like you already “He smirked . She scrunch her face is disgust . “Just let me go !”She pleaded weeping .

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

His blue eyes were darker than usual, his pupils blown wide as he leaned in to kiss me again. "Never think of them as something bad. Never consider your body ugly. You have no idea how hard I am fighting to control myself from taking you right here. You are beautiful. With these scars. They make you more beautiful. Stronger," he said in a low, reverent whisper.

I had a new found respect for her. "Want to know what I think?" I finally asked looking back at her. "Of course." She whispered, I felt her tense slightly as if she was expecting a different reaction than what she was about to get. "I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.. You didn't deserve any of that but the fact that you did and survived just proves how strong we have all heard you are." I whispered, reaching out to grab a piece of her hair, it was so soft like her skin was. "You see these scars as something bad, I see them as the beauty that is a part of you, something people will see and know what you survived. You, my beautiful fighter, have nothing to be ashamed ab