Star Scars Novels & Stories

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.

Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

“Your parents? “Dead,I have no parents”she answered in the same monotone emotionless tone. Aria studied her carefully her eyes running over the scar running from her cheek to her ear,and a scar cutting her right eyebrow.scar noticed her gaze,she bared her teeth again, because that cannot be classified as a smile. “Don't worry I scarred more people,that's were I got the name,I give people scars they live with for life,what use is a business if I don't advertise my own business,so these are my artworks”then she laughed it was dry and bitter.

“Not anyone. You stayed when others would have passed me off. And you look like you’ve been through your own war.” His gaze lingered on the yellowing bruise along my cheekbone and the split in my lip that was still healing. I didn’t flinch. Let him see it. That was part of the plan. “It’s nothing,” I murmured, rubbing a hand over my face. “It’s nothing.” Richard shifted against the pillows, wincing slightly. “What happened to you, Stacy? You’re too young to have ball these scars.

"Xavier doesn't have a star tattoo. I can also create a scar for easy identification if you want me to." "A scar?" I asked. "Won't it hurt?" "I don't want you sharing my kiss with him." He gives a mark on his left eyebrow with his fang. "When you look at the mark, you'll know it's me." Rolls of blood were rolling out of the mark. I knew this was a bad idea and a good one too. I was about to use my scarf to clean his brow but he held my hand. "Don't." He refused. "You didn't ask me to in the first place." I took his hand off mine, cleaning off the blood from his eyes. I used my thumb to massage the scar to avoid more blood from streaming out.

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

He says finally. "Doesn't Eva have one too?" I ask. "Oh I forgot about hers. They aren't quite the same, but yeah, she has one too." "Let me see it." He rolls without a fight, exposing his back to me. And right there, between his shoulderblades is a strawberry patch. A pink birthmark just smaller than the palm of my hand, shaped a bit like a star. I trace the edges with my fingers, and this time he gets to be the one to shudder under my touch.

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

I gasped as I grunted and coughed. I kept begging him out of fear of what he might do but he just scoffed with disgust. "What a rat" he said and everyone laughed. "I, Lucas Culkin, reject you, Kieran Franklin as my mate" he said and surprised gasps erupted from the crowd. I screamed from the pain I felt in my chest as our mate bond broke and my wolf howled in my head as well. I gripped my chest from the pain I felt as he stared at me with that same disgust and kicked me in my ribs again.