The Scars Last Of Us 2 Novels & Stories

I turn my head back. He takes the towel and wraps me in it while also wrapping me up in his arms. My breathing gets heavy as I can feel his firm chest against my back. Sparks are trailing up and down my body. I am on fire, and he knows it. He leans down and whispers in my left ear. "Don't ever hide yourself from me. You're my blessing from the goddess." He kisses down my neck and stops when he gets to my scar. I'm still holding my hand over it. He removes my hand, "I'm sure we'll do something about this." He kisses the black scar a tingle runs through me. I moan; I'm turned on, and I know he can smell it.

“...and I will always love you for as long as a scar stays.” THE END

“It’s strange, isn’t it? We won. We got everything we fought for. But the scars are still there.” “Always will be, I think.” I looked up at the stars. “But that’s okay. The scars remind us of what we survived. What we protected.” “Philosophical tonight, aren’t we?” “Must be the whiskey.” We both laughed. Marcus refilled our glasses. “To scars and survival.” “And to…” Kael. Selene’s voice in my mind cut off my toast. But something was wrong. Her mental voice sounded… upset. Kael, can you come inside? Please?

But the wounds ran soul-deep for us both. A rumbling groan signals Scar stirring fully awake. One golden eye cracks open to fix on me broodingly. Sorrow and fury churn there in equal measure. I reach out and lay a comforting hand along his scaled brow. "Another dawn, brother. Our time will come." My murmured vow seems to soothe his restless spirit. Scar bumps his head against me with a resigned huff before heaving himself up. I lean wearily into his offered support, taking small comfort from our solidarity. If any hope of recovering Lena remained, it lay with us alone now.

He turns his head back and watches with hardened eyes as Scar steps out from among his men, a devious smirk on his face while gripping his injured shoulder and a gun hanging low on the same hand. “I have to hand it to you; you two are some persistent bastards, but it's a good thing I spotted that bitch’s betrayal from miles away and planned ahead. You’re right where I want you to be. How do you like my surprise?” Scar says with a taunting titter, and then he holds up his gun, pointing it directly at Ilya. “The night was fun, but this is where the game ends and I get to have the last laugh.” “You’re never going to get away from this.” Ilya spits, but Scar laughs even more, the sound turning m

“I swear it.” There was a short silence as the men looked at the photos for a few more seconds, then snapped their eyes back up. It was time to move on to the next part of the plan, and none of them were wasting any time feeling pity for a bunch of baby kidnappers and attempted-murderers of children. “Scars?” “Yeah, still here,” Scars said to Bones, his mind already four steps ahead of where he was actually standing. “Call me when you get eyes on Wolf and the twins.”

The point was—on that flawless jade-like back was a long, ghastly scar running across it! Raina couldn’t help but gasp. The scar extended from his left shoulder diagonally down his back, nearly spanning its full length. Though it had healed and was clearly an old wound, it still twisted grotesquely across his skin, making one wonder just how severe the injury had been to leave such a mark behind. Just then, Leif said, “Did I scare you?” Raina snapped out of her daze and realized she had been silently staring at his back for quite a while. He had probably misunderstood, thinking the scar had frightened her.

Your scars show how perfect you are. He approaches us. ''No one will ever touch you. We'll take good care of you, Thomas.''He sits on the edge of the bed and runs his hand down my chest, over the scars.''Beautiful. I chorus a lot. ''We'll take care of you.''Lucifer begins. ''And we will kill those who dare to touch you.''And Damon finishes. I saw the fierce glint in his eyes. ''T''Then.. Will you still want me?''The two look at each other.

The breeze lifted her hair, brushing it softly against her cheek as she smiled that kind of smile that came from both pain and healing. Her body had fully recovered, though faint scars still lingered along her wrists, reminders of the runic chains Draven had used to bind her. But those scars no longer held pain; they were symbols of endurance, proof that love had triumphed. Behind her, Sebastian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her silently. His wolf stirred within him, content for the first time in many moons. There was something sacred about the sight before him, his Luna, standing tall once more, sunlight woven into her hair, the sound of their children’s giggles filling th

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."