Stars Around My Scars Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

The kind that happens when something enters a room that nobody was prepared for. I go still. I don’t look at anyone. I stare at the wall directly in front of me and I breathe, slowly, through my nose, and I feel the air on my back and I know exactly what they can see and I don’t move a single muscle. The scars don’t lie. They never have. They’re not the clean, faded kind that can be explained away as childhood accidents or a medical procedure. They’re the kind that have a story, and the story is ugly, and every woman in this room is currently reading it whether they want to or not.

I cried, hot tears coming from my eyes. And for the first time in ages…I wished I were dead. ****** After what felt like forever of scrubbing and washing, my hands weak and shaking like dead leaves, I finally left Bianca’s room. My body ached from exhaustion and pain, and my stomach twisted with hunger and terror, but I forced myself to move, desperate for the tiny servants’ quarters where I could finally catch my breath, maybe. But fate had other ideas. As I turned the corner, I collided with them. Sienna and Camille. Kieran’s sisters.

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.

Star was shocked and concerned by this arrangement. “I see.” She turned away and allowed Amanda to finish up. Star looked at the bandages covering her body in the mirror, she knew the wounds which lie beneath would result in permanent scars, but it became a reminder, a reminder of why she was doing it. Star’s eyes fluttered closed, in the darkness of her mind’s eye she could see them; her father’s proud smile, Noah’s serious eyes, Joseph’s mischievous smirk, and somewhere deep down she could still see her mother laughing.

"The sky is beautiful, isn't it?" Elena turned to look at Daniel, then the sky. It was a beautiful star studded night sky. "It is," she replied as she smiled on realizing they were still holding hands. The rooftop was truly calm. No people and the only source of light it got was from the stars and nearby street lights. "You said you had something to tell me," Elena said, a quizzical smile on her face. "I'm here, sooo." "You said you had something to say too."

“Look at me.” His tired eyes met mine. Even in the darkness of the night, I could see them clearly because of the moonlight that served as our only light at that hour. “Your scars are not your shame. They are your story,” he continued with a soft smile. He gently caressed my face with his thumb, and I almost lost myself in his gaze. “And I love stories. Even with those scars… you are breathtakingly beautiful,” he said sincerely before giving me a gentle kiss on the lips.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

I never knew was there. Lifting the bandage I saw, her skin was pink, a small scar was on her once unmarked skin I touch it with my fingers as I will the moon goddess's gift to my fingers to remove the scar. A spark tingled to my fingertips, spilling a bright light from my hand as heat entered my mate’s skin. A moment later, I removed my hand smooth unblemished skin greeted my eyes. I did the same with the wound on her abdomen, but I couldn’t remove all the scar tissue. She would have a reminder of that night, no matter what she did. I touch the tiny scar, wishing there was more I could do.

was her. He could picture the way her hair glowed, but not so bright that it matched the sun, maybe the kind of brightness that the moon gifted the night sky every nightfall. Or the way her eyes lit up like a thousand fireflies when she looked upon the design scarring his chest. Scar could see, so clearly, her illuminating smile that sent all kinds of shivers down his spine, he could even feel the warmth it gave him. Though, the torturous sight of the night the two had spent together in his childhood home made Scar fall back onto his bed with a sigh. He could remember every curve, every beautiful stretch mark she tried so hard to cover, every beauty mark that blessed her soft skin.

He looks at her and then at me, bows his head and walks out the door, closing it behind him, but I see him stop and stand in front of the door through the clouded glass. Ava then turns back to me, "Do you mind if we take this off?" I hesitate for a moment. I don't like anyone seeing my scars. They remind me that I failed to protect myself when I got taken by Valentino. The only one to have really seen them is Zachariah, but I still don't feel comfortable with even him seeing them, as my body is no longer beautiful because of them. I reluctantly remove my shirt, allowing her to see the damage done. I don't miss as her eyes go wide at the scars, but she doesn't say anything about them.