Stars And Scars Novels & Stories

ANIKA'S POV:- I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was hell nervous. Everything was perfect but the scar on my face was messing with the look. The dress and everything Adam had brought me, they were all very stunning but I could not help that scar. I just wished it would have gone. But I was not very lucky. I even asked the Celestial if she could make it go away. But she said it was permanent. Celestial was like a God mother to me. She was always nice to me. Whenever I felt lonely, I always went to her. She always made my pains go away. Gulping the nervousness down, I held my head high and stepped out of the room.

The cuts were superficial. “She can’t hurt me.” While saying it, Gabriel knew he was lying. Calleigh had cut him to the bone long ago. But, his lust for her cut far deeper than any blade. Gabriel watched her across the room, dancing with her eyes closed, her arms swaying over her head. Like every other man in the room, he wanted her so badly that every nerve in his body vibrated with her music.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

He insisted. She hesitated, “Xandar,” she began, clearly not used with this manner of addressing the King, “A scar is normal among warriors, more so among Gammas. If you check the bodies of the other Gammas here today, you’ll find that many of them have scars as well. Some may be worse than mine. I know a few Alphas and a handful of Lunas who have such scars from fighting alongside their pack. This really isn’t a big deal.”

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I

Luna's tears slowly subsided as she took deep breaths, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing her down. After some time, Luna separated herself from me, with tears now drying on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a small smile as she held her hand to me, gesturing for me to look at the arms that she had rolled up. "I want you to see the scars," Luna whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. I took her hand and gently traced my fingers over the faded marks. Her pale skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and scars, each telling a story of pain and survival. Luna's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resilience as she shared this intimate part of herself wi

What a beautiful scar indeed. THE END.

I approached the scattering of stars in the night sky, which for some reason felt like I hadn’t seen in ages. Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the soft rustle of the night breeze and the ticking of the clock on the wall. I leaned my body against the wall, placing my weight there. Each breath felt heavy, but my body obeyed slowly. My gaze shifted to the large mirror in the corner of the room. My hair was messy and disheveled. My face... the right side looked darker, rougher. The scar. The mark of the curse. The mark that signifies how this world has never truly allowed me to rest.

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.

Serenity’s POV I wrapped myself in my white fluffy towel, enjoying the soft feel of it against my skin. I took a second to look in the mirror at my long, pure white and silver hair, white eyelashes and eyebrows... this damn brand on my head. I turn to inspect my back out of habit and am stunned for a second. ‘What's up?’ Star asks in my mind. ‘My back... the scars... they're... gone...’ I say completely dumfounded.