Star Scars Novels & Stories

What the hell have you done to yourself? Without makeup, my scars looked harsh. There was a long line of raised, light pink skin along my hairline. I had a scar line across the apple of my cheek that extended to the middle of my cheek, and a smaller one on the top of my lip. And hundreds of tiny pink marks scattered across half of my face, neck, chest, and arm like they were freckles. My entire left collarbone was covered with marks of stitches. I squeezed my eyes shut. It's fine. You're alright. It's fine.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

The doctor leaves and Vivian couldn't help, throw aside the comforter and rush towards a mirror in the corner. The throbbing in her head, no longer bothering her. As a new fear has shaken her insides. Her eyes widen as she stared at herself. Her fingers trembling as they traced her reflection in the mirror. The scar It was looking like new, raw and visible without any veils of foundation. She couldn't stop the tears, that leave her eyes. Closing them, she couldn't hide it any longer now.

I knew that no matter what, it would leave yet another scar on my body. "Hideous… You look absolutely hideous, Meri." I mumbled, glaring at my scarred body in the mirror. The stitched gash and ugly scar on my right thigh were not the only markings on my body. There were others, many of them I learned to ignore over the years but still visible. The ones I have least bothered myself over were the two parallel dots on each wrist. Wounds that I received from Samael when he came to help with my headaches.

Quickly, I hurry out of bed and rush into the bathroom. The lights are already on, so I rush to the mirror, bend, and take a good look at my shoulder. There’s a large scar on my shoulder, right at the juncture with my neck. It has a crescent shape and is made up of teeth marks. The wolf really bit me! Stefan’s reflection appears beside mine. “We need to talk, Mari.”

But it’s enough. I reach out to grab a spool of black thread, my eyes falling on the exposed skin beneath the tape. My hand stops dead in mid-air. It’s a scar. But it isn't an injury from the pool, and it isn't a surgical mark. It is a brand. The scarred, raised flesh is shaped into a perfectly distinct, moon shaped crestent with three jagged, interlocking peaks that look like a mountain range, surrounded by a thick, circular border. It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron.

"You're pregnant, Nat. You need everything. The first is clothes that fit you. Maybe even some baby things. You can't just keep pretending this isn't happening. And by the way, you weren't this shy when Jake was inside of you, pouring them babeee in." I sighed and stared at the ceiling. "People will stare." "They're already staring," he said, squeezing my hand. "But they'll have to get through me first. Come on. I won't take no for an answer." — The mall seemed to hum alive by even my small standards. Bright, polished floors; pretzel and perfume hanging in the air; couples walking hand in hand, kids yanking their parents behind them and laughing all around. He tied my hand with his directly

The moon had long since set, but Aria could not sleep. She sat curled on the edge of her bed, knees pressed tight to her chest, the shadows of the room pressing in on her like a cage. Her gaze never left the seared mark on her wrist. It pulsed faintly under the torchlight, its glow soft but unyielding, mocking her with every heartbeat. Her nails had scratched the skin raw. She had tried again and again to scrape it away, to draw blood until nothing remained but torn flesh. Yet no matter how much she clawed, the mark endured bright, damning, cruel.

but then it all stops. Scars everywhere. Crisscrossing all over his back are so many scars. Some look fresh and others look old. One even looks like it's still bleeding but when I reach out to touch it, I don't feel any wetness. I see some on his arms, on the back of his neck... how many more does he have? I make him turn to face me and I gasp. Even more are on his chest and stomach. Tears come to my eyes and Skylar reaches out rubbing my cheek. "... Don't cry, Ebony." He murmurs. "I didn't mean to upset you... I'm sorry."

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.