Star Scars Novels & Stories

The voice to tell me that I should be mad to them because they hid my son's real condition. I found out that Nico has a Cholinergic urticaria or a heat bumps. If he gets sweaty or in a heat temperature he will feel itchy. And my siblings knows that and they didn't tell me because I might get paranoid and put Nico always in aircon, well that's kind of a fact. I'm a mother and I just want what's best for my child.

Star was shocked and concerned by this arrangement. “I see.” She turned away and allowed Amanda to finish up. Star looked at the bandages covering her body in the mirror, she knew the wounds which lie beneath would result in permanent scars, but it became a reminder, a reminder of why she was doing it. Star’s eyes fluttered closed, in the darkness of her mind’s eye she could see them; her father’s proud smile, Noah’s serious eyes, Joseph’s mischievous smirk, and somewhere deep down she could still see her mother laughing.

The scar. “Look,” I pointed to the place with a long mark on it. There was no need to see it to confirm it. I could feel its embedment into my pale skin. It was imprinted into my skin like a tattoo. “What is that?” Hannah gasped, running her hands silently over my scar. “My dad used a cane on me and struck my back so hard. It was painful.” “It looks very painful Stella," Hannah agreed sympathetically. And then she was angry.. “Why did he do this to you?”

"The perfect successor to Project Lazarus." The kitchen tiles were icy under my bare feet as I stood. "You're lying." "Am I?" Saskia set Mara on the counter, the child's legs swinging nervously. "Check her left shoulder blade." The girl's sundress slipped easily off one shoulder. There, in faint silver scars: *D-45*. Just like mine. Jeff's breath hitched. His hand found the small of my back, steadying me as the room tilted. Mara's tiny fingers brushed my cheek. "Mama?"

~Abella I sit in front of the fire, staring at his wrist. The scars are silvery, precise lines leading up to a point in the centre, the deepest crimson red lingering in a circle under his skin. When I look down at my mark, my flesh almost completely torn to shreds, I can’t imagine how it will eventually form this very specific mark. I can’t imagine even sharing a mark with Noah in the first place.

she said moving to another chair. "What stare?" He asked blinking innocently. "The type that make most people uncomfortable" she replied. "I wish it works on you" he murmured crossing his legs on the table. "Well there nothing we can do about that" she shrugged. "And remove those legs from my table"she hissed. " and the twins?"he asked turning to them. "It doesn't work" Anna said rolling her eyes. "Because you are our brother" Ara added "I feel so blessed" he replied, touching his heart for emphasis.

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

I don't know why but I suddenly felt my ears hot and pinging in the background for a second. "Wha--" "He has a burned scar on his left thigh. His father made those scars when he was still five." She drank the remainder of the wine before facing me with an arrogant smile. "What's your point?" I groaned as I massage my temple while balancing my body from my weight. "A diamond scar on his lower abdomen when he had a car crash at seventeen. Because, you know, he's just a teenager who loves car racing since he was a kid." I held tightly at the handrail while letting out a sigh, "How did you--"

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.