Star Scars Novels & Stories

She suddenly felt like giving herself a slap! "Mr. Moore, that's not what I meant." She quickly tried to explain herself. "The box says that it can remove burn scars... I don't think that they're ugly. They're kind of beautiful, ptui—I mean, no. It's not beautiful. Um... I just want to let you know that I didn't say that because I thought that your scars looked ugly. I don't think there's anything wrong with having scars. I have them too..." Marshall suddenly chuckled after seeing how nervous Stella got while trying to explain herself. "I know. I was just joking with you."

And Brian only does that because he loves Kim, and Brian doesn’t want Kim to choose between him and her parents. After a while, Doc Brian removed the bandage and cleaned her wounds. “These scars will take a long time to heal. You just need the ointment I will prescribe to you, and this will be okay,” he informed Mariane. “Thanks, doc.” Mariane looked at herself in the reflection in the mirror. Her face had a long scar under her cheekbone on the right side and a long wound on the left side under her chin. There’s also a small cut in her forehead. Luckily, those stitches are not too visible.

But in that moment, I could admire him in all his glory. I walked closer to the bed to get a better look and my stomach dropped. The sight before me was horrific. It felt as though I’d been punched in the gut. A thick, jagged, and raised pink scar ran on his left side from his ribs, down his side, and around his hip. It wasn’t the only scar. Some were jagged, others straight, but all were smaller than the one on his side, marring his beautiful body. There were holes next to some, indicating the wound had been stitched or stapled up. His left leg held the second largest scar, and it ran from above his knee to halfway down his shin. I studied his face as I tried to keep myself together. That w

She walked past them, halting in her steps to finish, "or broken ribs." Vantae's expression looked somewhat between smug and impressed. He opened the door for her as she winked, smiling a little. For the first time, he talked directly to her, "Ngl. That was kickass. You don't seem like someone to do that." Scarlet walked side by side with him, grinning but, her insides were bursting. Vantae voice was deep, a surprising contrast to his boyish face. She scratched her left eyebrow where the boy noticed a trace of a stitch. It had divided the very end of her eyebrow with a scar, just like her name. She looked down as she spoke, "This mark had always been on my face. Mom told me that it was there

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

The pan caught fire, and the sparks flew all about and were about to burn Rina. My mother pushed Rina out of the way the moment she saw what happened, and a part of her arm ended up getting burned in the process. It healed eventually, but left a horrible scar. Rina cried sadly over it. She touched the scar on my mother's arm and could not stop crying from the guilt she felt. My mother comforted her, "The scar doesn't look that bad. It looks just like a star. It’s probably a sign that you're our family's lucky star."

There was all shock written over them. My breath hitched when he caressed my scars with his fingertips. "These are.....claw marks." He whispered under his breath and looked up to meet my eyes so I immediately looked away. I somehow felt ashamed even though he was no one special to me. Even in my orphanage...some of the girls there used to say that....these scars are ugly and no men would love this. No one will accept me with them...I...I should put on makeup to hide them. I can't even wear the dresses I like because of these scars.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

I couldn’t see all of his chest with the towel in the way, but I saw it. It was a different kind of scar, it wasn’t a slice or puncture. This one looked like something like a triangular shape had been pressed there leaving small dots of deep angry scar behind.

I can’t help but ask, as the marks that seemed to be welted on her skin were so visible, and too severe to be ignored. Scar turned to look down at her body before looking right back at me. “Maybe you should worry about yours first,” she says, her hand motioning towards my body. My brows creased tighter. What was she talking about? I thought when I drop my gaze down my stomach and thighs, I let out a gasp. Shocked, I couldn’t move or say anything until Scar broke her silence. “Those are infidelity marks,” she says, and I look up, blinking at her. “They occur when your mate is being unfaithful. More will appear in the future,”