Stars With Scars Novels & Stories

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Still, I’d let the tiniest spark of hope burn in my chest. Foolish. The hope that maybe, just maybe we could have built something real… now felt like ash. I slipped away from the crowd, the sound of their celebration fading behind me. A chill clung to my skin as I stepped outside, the air cool and indifferent. This pack, like so many others, was bound together by pride and blood but it had no room for hearts like mine. No wonder some wolves broke away. No wonder they stopped caring. I wandered until I found myself at the Moonlit Grove, a quiet clearing shadowed by ancient trees and silver grass that shimmered in the moon’s light. I sat on a wooden bench, my arms wrapped around myself as I wa

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I

I guess she did not want to see the lifetime reminder I had of my childhood. “Do not fret about it Alma. Everything I went through only made me stronger, and in truth I am a better Luna because of it. Unlike some children that were fed with a silver spoon, I know what it means to work.” I wanted Melissa to hear my words. It has been so long since anyone other than Caleb has seen me nude that I had forgotten about the scars. Being a wolf means that we heal quickly, so it is unusual for us to have scars. When I wound is inflicted upon a child that has never shifted though, and that child receives no medical attention then yes, a scar may form. I had several small scars on my body, but my lower

A draft of cool air blew in through the bathroom window, and before my captivated eyes, dusky pink nipples hardened to stiff peaks. My mouth watered. I wasn't sure I could handle this level of temptation. Somehow, I managed to forcibly peel my eyes away from her breasts, and I greedily took in the rest of her. Her waist was slim and feminine, and her hips told me she would have no issue bearing my children. She was scarred; dozens of tiny cuts marring her fair skin, nothing strange for a warrior of her standing, but one particular scar stood out starkly from the rest. It was fresh, seeming to have only healed recently. Just below her breasts was a deep cut caused by a blade. I knew that much

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.

"I heard your little outburst about your taste in men. Men with scars on their neck, huh?" He tilted his head, deliberately showing his scar to her. Linessa laughed. "It's pretty..." She told him. "But you don't suit my taste." "And why is that?" "You're marked...you have a mate and perhaps even a kid. Go home to them."

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."

Marcus’s heavy jaw aggressively locked, a thick muscle feathering violently beneath the jagged, pale scars that crossed his cheek. Those scars told the story of a hundred brutal battles fought in the name of his King, yet none of that bloodshed compared to the sheer, suffocating gravity of this single night.

Gunner chuckled. Holy shit, this is a lot to take in. I lifted my hospital gown and looked down at my stomach. A small faint scar was sitting just below my ribcage. I gently traced my finger over the pale pink mark, it was completely healed. But why did it scar, all my old scars disappeared. Why hasn’t this one? Gunner grabbed the hem of my gown and gently pulled it back down. I eyed him curiously and he smiled softly at me. “We’ll let you two chat” Roe’s voice startled me. I looked over at her. I had completely forgot that she and Lupus were here too.