Stars And Scars Novels & Stories

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

Luca could tell she was still surprised. "I don't think you need to cover them up." Luca looked over at her, sliding his hand across the seat and hoping she wouldn't pull away as he took her hand. Tentatively she let her fingers intertwine with his, their hands resting, together, on her leg. "I mean, you can if you want to, but in our culture our scars show our strength and Dani you've been through so much and you've come out as an amazing strong woman who the Moon Goddess obviously thinks is worthy to be Luna of the greatest pack in North America. Those silvery scars represent pain, yes, but they also show that you are a survivor."

I hurriedly went to him and asked "Doctor h-how is she?" My voice cracked "She is completely fine. She hit her head with something which caused her to faint and open up the old scar that was on her head. Which caused the bleeding" The doctor said "Old scar?" I asked confused "Yes, the area where she got hit was already cut before. But yes her foot is injured and she will have difficulty walking for a month or two. Rather than that she is fine. She has not woke up yet and it will take her time"

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 was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

That's when I noticed the mark. It was old, faded, but unmistakable. A burn scar, perfectly shaped like a star, just below the bend of his elbow. The skin around it was puckered and pale, like it had healed badly a long time ago. I stared at it too long. Lucas noticed. He released my arm and stepped back, pulling his sleeve down. "Again," he said. "Try the wrist lock." I didn't move. "Lucas, what's that scar?" His expression flickered—just for a second, too fast to read. Then it was gone, replaced by that calm, unreadable mask he wore so well. "An old injury. Nothing important."

My skin, luminous and as pale as the moon. His fingers skim my collarbone, leaving a flutter of sparks as he moves my hair to hang down my back. I see it. two black puncture scars with beautiful and intricate black vines, with flowers and what looks like ivy leaves. It trails from the punctures down my side and over my new and improved curves. It weaves around my leg like a snake and stops on my foot.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

Your encouragement gave me strength, motivation, and purpose. Scarred Under Moonlight became more than just a novel. It became a shared experience, one built on emotion, connection, and trust. Together, we explored love, loss, resilience, and healing. Together, we watched as characters grew, stumbled, rose, and finally found peace. That shared experience is something I will always treasure.

I ran my fingers along the thin lines of old wounds that were hiding under his skin. “We’ve come a long way,” I murmured. His eyes caught mine as he tilted his head up. Now there was no darkness or storm in them; only light that was steady and true. “We survived,” he whispered. “Every scar has a story. And every story brought us here.” My throat tightened. I leaned down, pressing my forehead against his. “You make it sound like we’re stars,” I said. Eliot smiled, and his lips touched mine in a very light kiss. He said in a soft voice, "Scars and stars." "That's what we are. So if there is anything bothering you, I'm always here to listen."