The Birthmark By Nathaniel Hawthorne Novels & Stories

he darted towards me and tossed me across the room, inducing the babies who started shrieking. "I'm not lying. The babies all belong to you." I kept belaboring the same thing over again. "My babies huh? How do you explain the birthmarks on the chest of the kids? Do I look like a fool to you? Do I look like a pushover?! Answer me?!" he charged at me but I was quick to run away standing to defend my children. "What…what birthmarks are you talking… " I paused a bit then a flashback struck me when I remembered that Hunter had that mark as well, right on his chest on the left-hand side.

I wish I could tell her she’s making the right choice. I also wish I’d never gotten her into this. She stands before him and meets his gaze, and I am so proud of her and so frightened for her. He reaches out and touches her cheek, and I shudder. Then he pulls her hair away from her neck, turning her away from him slightly. He presses a fingertip just behind her ear. “The birthmark,” he breathes. “You have it. Elizabeth’s birthmark.” She jerks away from him slightly. “My mother?”

It’s ridiculous, but the feeling is so strong it makes my chest ache. Then I see it. The birthmark. On his chest, just above his heart, is a small, heart-shaped mark. My breath catches in my throat. “No way.” He follows my gaze, his brows knitting together. “What?” “That birthmark.” I point, barely able to believe what I’m seeing. “You’ve got a heart-shaped birthmark.” He looks down, then back at me, confused. “Yeah? So?” “So do I,” I blurt out.

I couldn’t tell what it was, though it resembled a mass of thick, poisonous black fog. “What is that?!” I felt instinctive fear, trembling even as I stared at that mass, but Dicken was pulling me along. Then, he pulled the scale out of my pocket and put it over my chest, and I felt a burning sensation—looking down in reflex, I saw the scale fusing with the birthmark over my chest, turning my birthmark into a dark blue spot.

Mary's lips trembled. "I don't know. This birthmark has been with me since I was little, until now." In the past, Gale never thought birthmarks were strange. Something you carry with you when you are born. Peter and Wendy did not emphasize it deliberately, and Gale did not take it to heart. However, Wendy once said, "This is the mark that God kissed you and left behind." It was because of that that Gale did not care about her birthmark even more and even felt that this was what made her different.

The incident at the florist was like a nightmare that haunted me. I couldn't just ignore it. How could a stranger say all that to me? These were my babies, not the devil's babies like she said. I touched the birthmark on my wrist. This birthmark. Is there something to it? Mom always told me that this was my uniqueness. There's nothing special about it other than its unique, tattoo-like shape. If there were something about it, Mom would have told me.

How did she have this? I removed my hand from her waist and lifted my fingers to trace the mark on her nape. Is this a birthmark? "Are you okay, Alpha Shawn?" Worry and concern were evident in her voice, as if demanding answers regarding what I saw. Breathing out, I stated, "I didn't know you had a birthmark on your nape. . ." "Maybe? I couldn't see my nape. What does it look like, Alpha?" "A full circle.” I whispered, the word feeling heavy on my throat as the moonlight caught the mark. “Your birthmark is a full and perfect circle, Samara. . . just like the full moon."

But had never seen him so still, and it scared her more than she wanted to admit. “I keep wondering,” she said softly, “if it’s a boy or a girl. Our baby, I mean.” She smiled. “And if they will have my birthmark.” She paused and lay down next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. “You know…I hated my mark so much. I thought it was a curse. Every time I looked in the mirror, it felt like proof that I didn’t belong anywhere.” Her voice wavered, but she went on. “People stared. Whispered. Some didn’t even try to hide how much they thought it made me…less.” She swallowed. “And I believed them. For so long, I believed them.”

“And you should, too! Be grateful you were born with a cock! “ I spat at him. I Sat down and started pulling my so-called undergarment off. Hades grabbed my hand, but with a hiss, he let me go when his hand touched me. As he burned himself on my skin, confused, I looked down at my wrist and back up at Hades. His face had changed; he dropped my pants to the floor and stared at me like I had just grown out two heads. “What the hell is that!?” I looked down where he was pointing, and the little birthmark I had showed right under my left breast. “A deadly disease! Now run before your cock falls off and hair starts growing on your tongue!” He shot me an angry glare and stormed off; my laughter fo

I'd chosen a corner table in the deepest shadows, a habit born of years in a business where being seen could be dangerous. She never saw my face clearly, and I never saw hers clearly either. Only that birthmark had been clear in the dim light filtering through the hotel room's heavy curtains. That small, distinctive mark that had been burned into my memory ever since. And that moment when I'd taken her from behind... The red birthmark on her right hip, shaped like a small strawberry. The way she'd cried out when my palm had connected with her ass, the way she'd clenched around me so tightly I'd nearly lost control then and there.