Stars With Scars Novels & Stories

“It was rude of me to stare. But yes, I am here for work.” Elara’s expression softened, and she nodded. “You may be surprised to learn that my scars are a symbol of my strength, Miss Rogers.” She ran a finger along the length of her neck, staring into space. “This scar is a reminder of everything I’ve overcome to get to where I am today.” I swallowed hard.

Gwyneth stared at the hideous scar in the mirror, lost in thought. It had been ages since she had taken a close look at it. The scar ran horizontally across her abdomen, starting from the front and stretching toward her side, even reaching further toward her back. Gwyneth pursed her lips and delicately traced her fingertips along the scar. It no longer elicited any pain, but the fact that she had been young when her skin was burned meant that the nerves beneath the scar had suffered damage. As a result, whenever her scar was touched, she would experience a peculiar sensation—a constant reminder that her nerves had not yet fully recovered.

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."

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

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.

Now it was her turn. Her hands, smaller but no less marked by her own struggles, settled on the hard plane of his chest. Her fingers traced the landscape of his scars—a thick, ropy line along his ribs, a puckered star near his collarbone, the intricate black tattoos that wove around old wounds like armour. She leaned down, following the path of her fingers with her mouth. She kissed the star-shaped scar, her lips soft and lingering. She traced the length of the ropey scar with her tongue, feeling him shudder beneath her.

I heard a tranquil voice like a whisper next to my ears. “Because after all, constellations are nothing but people drawing their scars in the sky, right? So, let’s draw our scars in the stars and hope that they listen…” Tears trailed down my eyes. My heart thundered up to survival beats. That voice. I opened my bleary eyes with a snap to the bullets levitating inches away from my face. Dia.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Averting his eyes to his hand, Scar watched as the golden ring on his finger sparkled under the harsh light from the sun, the rays illuminated the carefully carved 'G'. Scar didn't want to look but he couldn't help himself from doing so, what he saw made his eyes glaze over and his mind go foggy. There, stood his other half, his saviour and he looked exactly the same as what he did in all of Scar's worst nightmares. His smile was still inviting and bright, just as it had been the day he watched him get taken away from him whilst his eyes were still the shade of the night sky. In them, he saw the stars. Every moon, every galaxy, even the milky way, sparkled in the iridescent colour that lay d

The cuts were superficial. “She can’t hurt me.” While saying it, Gabriel knew he was lying. Calleigh had cut him to the bone long ago. But, his lust for her cut far deeper than any blade. Gabriel watched her across the room, dancing with her eyes closed, her arms swaying over her head. Like every other man in the room, he wanted her so badly that every nerve in his body vibrated with her music.