Novel & Cerita Stars Around My Scars Book

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I slid my hands up the insides of her legs; her smooth pale skin pebbled under my touch, whimpers and mewls spilling from her lips the closer I came to her entrance. I stopped at the top of her thighs, though, only inches away from where she wanted me to touch her. She groaned, and her eyes squeezed shut, her hands clutching into the white duvet as her head tilted up. Her back arched, pushing her chest and hips forward as she sought my touch. Her scars glittered in the dim starlight spilling in from the open curtains, a reminder to everyone who saw them how strong she was. A reminder of how she was a survivor, a fighter, and the luna we needed. The luna I needed.

“Sorry, I get nervous.” “It’s okay, darling. I know you can’t help it.” She takes my arms and turns them over. “Now, what happened here?” “I… I was in a really dark place and I lost hope.” Admitting to what I did, without actually saying it. She runs her thumb lightly over my scar, then looks at me solemnly. “You know, Zara. In our pack, scars are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of strength. It means you survived something your wolf couldn’t help you through. So, who helped you through this?”

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."

A star-shaped mark glowed between my shoulder blades, pulsing rhythmically, sending waves of power through me, hot and cold, dancing together in a chaotic burst of beauty. I could see the wide-eyed terror in my parents' faces, but I couldn't reassure them that I was okay; words escaped me. Instead, I heard a voice, soothing like a gentle stream but heavy with the weight of destiny. "This is your journey, Winter. Follow the star. At its end lies your destiny and happiness." The voice wrapped around me like a warm hug, filling the empty spaces of doubt. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the bright glow of the star carved into my skin, shining against the darkness. I've nev

“It’s not like I can blame them. I know my scar is unsightly.” Alden looks at me for a long time. Then he reaches out and strokes the scar on my face. “There is nothing unsightly about it,” he murmurs. My heart stutters. “A scar is not enough to cover something so beautiful.” “Beautiful?” I repeat, my lips trembling. He smiles like it is nothing. “What are you reading?” I sheepishly close the book. “Reading.” He cocks a brow while peeking through the book I’m holding. “Reading what exactly?”

Chapter 183: A Dangerous Gift Darius’s POV The scar across my chest burned like it was fresh, an angry reminder of Veyron’s curse and everything it had cost. No matter how many times I tried to ignore it, the faint, unholy glow beneath my skin pulsed, as if mocking my every attempt to move on.

I didn't go to work because today is the day, that awful day that my boyfriend tried to kill my sisters and I, we all have scars to remember this day, to remember Luke Chamberlain. I'm only in my underwear, because I'm home alone, Caroline went to Class, after which she'll go to work. I moved closer to the mirror as I traced my scars, scars that decorated my body, maimed my soul. There are certain cloths I can't wear. I tracked each scar, from the cigarette burn on my shoulder, to the iron burn on my stomach, to the belt mark I can feel on my spine and on my wrist; handcuffs marks that are slowly fading, the giant mark on my chest, in between my breasts, I can't even remember what he did. Al

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

Damon frowned but obeyed. With the sound of the door shutting, Scar was alone. She stood in the center of the room for a few minutes, just looking at the closed door and not knowing what to do with herself before finally sitting down on the pallet and the furs. It creaked under her weight. ****** The light through the window gradually faded. Evening crept in, the sky darkening until Scar could see the pinpricks of stars and a thin crescent moon. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Distant howling from the forest outside made her shiver- she thought of running, but she couldn’t, not into that.