Stars Around My Scars Book Novels & Stories

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

POV: Aria After the corrupted rogue dies, Zora examines my wound. Claws tore through my arm. Deep gashes. Burning from blood magic. "This will scar." "Add it to the collection." She looks at me differently. Head tilting. Eyes narrowing. "You have scars?" "Doesn't everyone?" I remove my cloak. Show my arms in firelight. Years of William's abuse visible. Cigarette burns. Belt marks. Knife cuts. Some faded. Some still angry and red.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

read for the rest of the night. “You’re nothing special you know. You will never make it in the pack. Noah is taking pity on you because you’re a lone wolf with no family and nowhere to go,” I look up at the sound of his name, and wonder how much she really knows. “You’re nothing but a charity case that makes him look good to the counsel.” I sit down and get comfortable. Pulling a book towards me while I calm myself down and try to take nothing to heart. Even if it were true, that’s honestly fine with me I decide. I need help and if that’s what he’s willing to give I don’t care the motive behind it. “I truly appreciate any help your Alpha is willing to give me,” I say opening the Moon Godde

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."

“I eat in a peaceful and quiet place where people mind their business and don't get to interfere, that's the difference.” “Peace is overrated,” he said, tapping her tray with his fork. “Companies make things interesting.” “You are confused with unwantedness.” Aria shot back. He smiled again unfazed, like he was used to facing rejection. She hated that smile, and the way he looked at her like he saw through everything, even though she wanted to throw her water at his face, he still looked unbothered, she was becoming curious on how fearless he was. “Why does he keep following me around? No one wants the scarred girl near them. Nobody.” She mumbled to herself.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

My hair is in its natural color, the strands fall over my shoulder, covering part of my breasts, my eyes are darker, they no longer look like just amethyst, but a purple agate, and my white skin is covered with scars. Scars that will never heal, because they are the memory that the Gods left me, as if what I had lived and seen would be forgotten. I am not a person who cares about scars, since I was a child I have carried them, but these... I hate them. They are not things I can be proud of. They weren't made for defending a loved one. They weren't made on an honorable battlefield... They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to le