Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

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.

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."

The admiration that showed on his face filled my heart with joy. I silently gasped when I saw him toe to head. His clothes were severely ripped, and he was bleeding profusely. He had cuts on his back that I could see, and his hair was disheveled. He has lost a lot of weight in a matter of a few days. My heart ached as soon as our eyes met because of how frail he appeared. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes had bags under them. His nose looked broken and his cracked lips were bleeding from the corners. My anger reached an all-time high, and I twisted my arm, freeing and punching Scar in his face.

He half smiled. How dare he smirk at a moment like this? “I am done,” the lady whispered. I didn’t spare her another glance. “The damage on inside already healed,” she added. “Nature take care of skin now.” I looked at her then. “Won’t he scar?” She shook her head. “No. Only dragon scale scar Vaelrythians.” Huh. That was new information. So if I’d cut him weeks ago, it would’ve been for nothing. I knew they healed quickly, but after seeing his scars, I thought they scarred with every deep injury.