The Scars That Made Me Book Novels & Stories

I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter "Whitney I know you're behind this just wait till I get you" Erick yelled from his room They rushed out of their rooms to see me laughing in the hallway "you better get this things off me" Stacey yelled I quickly turned roaches off and took them off my siblings, only for me to be tripped and sat on by my siblings "how does payback feel?" Stacey asked "Urgh 😡you woke me from my sleep" Erick growled while I squirmed tryi

“I – a few times, nurses and your brother kicked me out when they changed the dressings, but I saw. I – I know how bad it is.” “So how the actual goddamn hell can you stand to look at me?” Scars asked her, his voice breaking as he finally uttered his truest, deepest fear, the one that was rooted in self-loathing and -disgust, the one that spoke both from memory and certainty of the present. “Knowing what I am now, and what’s hiding underneath? How can I expect you to ever look at me the same way again? All you’ll see are my scars, Zoe. I know it, and I don’t blame you, but I can’t live with it. You deserve better – you deserve a man who is whole.”

a student said it loud enough for her to hear and there was laughter everywhere. “Why would she even come back here?”A girl whispered, loud enough for people to hear. “Even the ugliest thing in the world is more presentable than her.” There was laughter, they weren't so loud to the hearing of the teachers and principal, but their piercing eyes said everything. “She thinks using the scarf to cover her scars will help anything, maybe she should have been burnt in the fire,” a student mocked. “I heard she screamed for hours during the fire and half her hair is gone”, another student echoed

I didn't go to work because today is the day, that awful day that my boyfriend tried to kill my sisters and I, we all have scars to remember this day, to remember Luke Chamberlain. I'm only in my underwear, because I'm home alone, Caroline went to Class, after which she'll go to work. I moved closer to the mirror as I traced my scars, scars that decorated my body, maimed my soul. There are certain cloths I can't wear. I tracked each scar, from the cigarette burn on my shoulder, to the iron burn on my stomach, to the belt mark I can feel on my spine and on my wrist; handcuffs marks that are slowly fading, the giant mark on my chest, in between my breasts, I can't even remember what he did. Al

he said and we went inside the mansion into his room. He made me sit on the bed and removed his t-shirt, he stood in front of me. he grabbed my hand pressed it against his naked chest. “Look,” he said, I did, as I look closely, I noticed a scar on his skin. “It’s a scar,” I whispered. As Nikolai has a scar on his body, I have a scar in my mind. The memory of Greyson’s death. Scars are what make us who we are. Everyone has scars…some are etched into skin, and some are burned into memory. Nobody moves through life without a scar slicing them in half.

he asked. I nodded once. “Can I see it?” I blinked. “Why?” He shrugged. “Just curious. They claim it nearly killed you. I have never seen a person pace in circles like a cracked relic.” My fingers stiffened over the page. He chuckled at his joke. I shut the book and slowly rose to my feet. “You think the scar makes me a coward?” He tilted his head, considering. “No. Just... marked.” I smiled then. Not kindly.

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.

It was the first time she was seeing me shirtless and she was lost of all word because all she did was stare. “The scars..they look attractive.” She mumbled. I wasn’t perfect but I loved that the scars made me even more attractive in her eyes. I had faint scars scattered across my chest and arms and the Donia mark was there too. They were battles scars that told the story of wars that I have conquered. The scars left behind the definition of strength, bravery and pride. Mia traced her fingers over every curve as tears shimmered in her eyes and then she kissed me passionately. Soon her fingers found their way to the zipper of my jeans and she tugged it openly and swiftly before kissing her wa

I informed her. “Whatever.” She muttered before rolling over; I had a fine view of her ass, which was considerably bigger than many girls I had been with or… noticed. I remembered exactly how she had looked naked. Scars marked her body: one across her chest, another extending to her hip, two on her back, and one tracing up her collarbone. I was furious seeing those scars; I didn’t think they were repulsive to look at, but I hated the fact that someone had put her through pain. I looked away, heading to the bathroom. My type—what exactly was my type?

The heat in my skin turned cold. His hands froze. His eyes glued to my skin. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The room became painfully quiet. My eyes dropped to where his eyes were on my scars. What I've pretended I didn't see for years. Suddenly it became clear as day. I could see a single one. “I don't like scars,"