Under Your Scars Trigger Warnings Mga Nobela at Kwento

It came out bitter, sharp, almost crazy. “Dragged into something? Look around me, Cullen! I’m already in it! My parents are dead, my scars are glowing like they want to crawl out of my skin, and people keep whispering shit I don’t understand. Don’t you dare stand there and act like I’m safe.” The room was quiet except for my breathing. My scars burned again under my hoodie, hot, almost angry. I yanked my sleeve up. And I froze. The marks were glowing faint gold. The lines shifted like they were alive. They curved, straightened, then bent again, like they were trying to spell something right there on my arm.

It was a soft voice with lustful tones I turned looking down on Blair-Boo my manhood shooting to attention. "I didn't entirely mean it in a sexual way. Remember I do end up pregnant most times I'm fucked." She backed away her fingertips playing with the scar. My heart ached for a second but as I looked down at her smiling face. My phallus twitched several times, "It's from becoming completely whole. When you came and accepted me I was so close to letting myself die. To get what I deserved it for everything I'd done to you," my thumb moved over the scar she got from me throwing her across the room into Zanny's bed all those years ago it was thin and smooth and I knew it was one that was also

my words were forgotten when I saw his back. My eyes widened in horror and I covered my mouth in shock. His back was marred with ugly scars and I think he was even branded like a cattle. “Aren't lycans supposed to have a healing ability?” I wanted to reach out and trace his scars but I stopped myself. It felt like it was inappropriate. “Some scars are meant to stay to serve as a reminder or a warning why it's there in the first place.”

I matured too early because the damage was too heavy. I have scars decorated all over my body, perhaps I should get more tattoos to cover my scars, but can I show my vulnerability in other to cover it?, Can I open my scars in order to close it?. Even if I get tattoos, the scars run deep, deeper than even I can think. It is sad, the way I'm broken, how damaged I am. My filth disgusts me, my scent irritates me, my ways annoy me, my image is a shame, my hatred for myself grows deeper day by day. Despite knowing the things I do, the wrong things I do, I can't stop, I'm addicted to evil, to bad, to darkness.

I can't be bothered to go into the bathroom to change, so I just face the wall while I take my top off and pants, but I make my mistake early, I forgot about the permanent yellow bruising, the fresh red and purple coloured and old white scars, and the deep knife and bullet wounds covering my back and legs. I feel pairs of eyes searching my body, I turn around and find everyone staring at me. And me being me, I make a joke out of it, but they take it seriously. "Wanna know how I got these scars?" They look at me like I'm a lunatic, worry and concern lace their faces, "yeah, actually we do, they look really bad" Saffron says, obviously looking super worried.

I know she doesn't want me to see her scars, but I need to clean the bite so it doesn't get infected. I pull the sweater and her undershirt over her head, leaving only her bra underneath. Part of me is left in awe at the woman in front of me, and the other half is lethally growling in the back of my head, ready to tear apart the person who caused all of this. My fingertips trace the top of a few scars, recognising them from the memory of my father using his knife against her, and I feel my wolf surfacing again.

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

Underground beneath the banter something was shifting,a new power rising built from betrayal and broken pieces,men who rule the dark are watching, because a daring attack like this with so many lives lost is a bold statement. The day was blurry for Scar,she drifted in and out of consciousness, battling her demons. Ethan remained by her side, offering reassurances and comfort when she needed them, cancelling every appointment for the day. “You think you are gorgeous” “Pin her down,mark her face,let's see if she'll still be confident with scars” Scar screamed in pain as they held her down a sharp knife marking her face. “Stop it, please” She screamed. “Lisa, Lisa”

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

The sixth time photos of him cheating surfaced, Leander Prescott snatched the knife from my hand and brought it down hard. Stroke by stroke, he carved the name "Seraphina Vale" into his thigh. "Happy now? Can you leave Celeste alone?" I stood frozen, staring at him as if I suddenly didn't recognize the man in front of me. For ten years, we had tortured each other over Leander's infidelity. Every time he crossed the line, I carved my name into his flesh. Wrist-cutting, kidnapping, even hanging Celeste Waverly from a helicopter to threaten her—every scar on his body had a bloody story behind it. He had never been this calm. … Seeing the confusion in my eyes, a flicker of tenderness pa