Stars And Scars Novels & Stories

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."

Erik I dream of glass. Shards of it, everywhere. Glittering underfoot. Hanging like icicles from invisible ceilings. Each one reflects a different version of her. Scarlett laughing, crying, running, burning. Her eyes gold. Her eyes red. Her smile made of teeth. Her hands bloodied. I wake with a sharp inhale, the image of one mirror slicing open my palm still bright behind my eyes. It’s still dark. Scarlett lies beside me, her skin faintly aglow, her body warm against mine. The starfire in her veins has softened. It’s a gentle shimmer now instead of a blaze. But it’s always there. Like a second heartbeat.

A draft of cool air blew in through the bathroom window, and before my captivated eyes, dusky pink nipples hardened to stiff peaks. My mouth watered. I wasn't sure I could handle this level of temptation. Somehow, I managed to forcibly peel my eyes away from her breasts, and I greedily took in the rest of her. Her waist was slim and feminine, and her hips told me she would have no issue bearing my children. She was scarred; dozens of tiny cuts marring her fair skin, nothing strange for a warrior of her standing, but one particular scar stood out starkly from the rest. It was fresh, seeming to have only healed recently. Just below her breasts was a deep cut caused by a blade. I knew that much

SHELLY. “Do you mind??“ The aggressive baritone roughly jolted me back to reality. “Huh?“ I uttered dazely, and followed his gesturing with my eyes. Turns out he wanted to wind the windows up. Tears were beginning to spill from my eyes and when I looked up at Megan, she was sitting properly now. Though she looked really jittery and was determined to avoid my gaze. The shame in her eyes was as clear as day as she kept trying to cover up her body with the torn blouse.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

“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.

Helen commanded Scar was surprised to see Star as she hadn't noticed her through out their journey there , she had been more worried of her own situation to notice who was who " for every time you try to stalk time I am going to inflict her body with bites till she dies or you can heal her Scar ." " please don't do this Helen." " I wasn't done , your body suffers too . Come in ." Two wolves with whips came in immediately standing at her right and left respectively. " mind you Scar , no one is coming to save you, Damon is probably dead right now." " please Helen don't do this ." " make me Scar."Helen said as she turned towards Star who was on her knees begging

I looked up at the stars, silently thanking the Moon Goddess. Then I looked back at my mate. My home. My forever. And together, hand in hand, we stepped into the future we had fought so hard to claim. END OF BOOK TWO!! BOOK THREE INTRODUCTION : TITLE : THE SCARRED LUNA AND HER THREE ALPHA MATES. BLURB: As Luna of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack, she endured years of ridicule for the scars that ruined her face. Hated by the very people she sacrificed everything to protect, she clung to one hope—her fated mate, the Alpha she loved.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.