Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

But as Aria closed her eyes in relief, her bond with the Moon Goddess stirred faintly once more…not in warning, but in quiet acknowledgment. Victory always came at a cost. And the scars left behind would take time to heal.

The shift in her position revealed a scar on the left side of her face, a long, jagged line that marred her otherwise delicate features. Victoria’s eyes immediately locked onto the scar, and a cruel smile spread across her lips. She let out a snicker, the sound dripping with malice. “Well, well, Leticia,” she drawled, her voice laced with mockery. “You look positively hideous. That scar suits you.” Leticia’s eyes only lightly squinted in response. She closed her book with deliberate calm, placing it on the table beside her. Then, she met Victoria’s gaze and smiled, a serene and almost knowing expression on her face.

She asked but before Mia could boast, the door of the bathroom opened and Vladimir stepped out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Rose’ heart skipped a beat and she froze as she stared at the mighty muscular man in front of her. He had a perfect six pack abs on his tanned body however there was a long scar on his chest which met with the scar lines on his neck and side of face. It seemed as if Someone attacked him non stop and pretty badly. One side of his body was perfect but the other was carved with scars. “Were you attacked by someone?” The words left Rose's mouth before she could stop them but then she felt like an idiot for being curious about him. Especially after what h

Jeanette said, pulling the oversized shirt up to show him the scars. Mateo frowned in pain at the sight of the scars, the scars he caused.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

“You can’t leave me…you can’t leave me. Never.” I feel a short, shaky touch on my arm. Pulling myself from Colt, I see him caressing me, but I can tell how weak he is. “He’s going to be okay, Cass,” Victor says. “He is?” I look at him again, but I’m still terrified. I think I’m traumatized now by this. “He is. But he needs to rest.” I slowly nod as I wipe my face of tears and snot. “And look, he’s starting to heal.” Victor points to Colt’s arm.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

he kissed me so passionately after me nodding my head. So what did you think of this chapter don't forget to vote and comment

She saw him suffer, and she could not bear it. The veins on Scar's forehead bulged, pulsating in sync with the tumultuous rhythm of his pounding heart. His arms, strained with tension, revealed the intensity of his internal struggle. His piercing eyes burned with a haunting glow, betraying a pain that ran deeper than mere physical distress. Lena, her role as his loyal bodyguard taking precedence, knew she had to act swiftly to protect him. Without hesitation, Lena rushed to Scar's side, her delicate hand reaching out to steady him. The touch of her palm against his trembling back sent a jolt of electricity through both of them. She felt the weight of his anguish, an unspoken connection that