Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

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

I replied and smirk. We get inside the car and Steele is the one who drive it back to the town. He take me home and when I got home Lace is no longer there. I walked directly to the bathroom to take a shower. I look at my image naked in the front of a mirror and I noticed the scar cause by that unknown creature in the villa. The scar is way different it seems to look like a tattoo a ancient tattoo that assemble in my neck. I wash my body to take off all the dirt. After taking a bath I headed to the bed I just cover myself with a towel then slowly closing my eyes it hot outside and I feel that I was burning inside.

he asked. Bella looked down at her arm. Victor's sketch flashed in her mind as she rolled up her sleeves to reveal the mosaic of scars on her flesh. His eyes widened with some intense emotion, and at first, she thought it was disgust, but the tears in his eyes made her realize it was sadness. He reached out, and she almost stopped him when his fingers brushed over the raised marks on her forearm like he was reading braille. His gaze flickered rapidly over each scar until he finally stepped back. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and sniffed.

He was going to slowly torture him and make sure he made his life a living hell! Scar made his move. He was a killing machine with no emotions and no patience at all. He leapt forward and the ground shook a little. Scar landed in front of Jate Woods with a loud boom. "Go to hell!" Scar bellowed with a face filled with contempt as he threw a punch towards Jate Woods thigh. As per his usual habit, he would break his legs first, then his arms next!

“The key, the key is with the ugly...” He ripped the metal gate off its hinges, drowning out Scar’s voice. “You mean this?” Ryder tossed a bunch of keys in the air. “Guess you don’t need it anymore.” Scar was frozen, unable to speak. Ghost pulled Scar into a tight embrace. Scar was battered, wearing torn clothes, a black eye, and a busted lip, with dried blood stains on his clothes. He still looked in shock. “You’re not supposed to be able to do that...” Scar’s head tilted. “And who’s that?”

In the small, quiet room, as his trembling hands undid the first button of my dress. Caleb froze. My body was covered in a network of scars, old and new. There were bruises from combat training, and purple marks that spoke of the countless times Lydia's followers had ganged up on me. There were burn scars from silver weapons, silvery white tracks snaking across my ribs. There were marks from energy blasts, the eternal sigils left when a wolf's spirit is damaged. And... the claw marks he himself had left. The deep scratches were a reminder of every "punishment" he had dealt me.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

His name on his woman! Carla moved her head aside when traced the scar of her body. That ugly scar, she still didn’t have the courage to face. Tears burned at the corner of her eyes when Aeden dipped his head to her scar and traced his tongue on the T followed by P. He peppered kisses all over her scared skin while Carla fisted her hands around the soft sheets as he kissed her vulnerable stop.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.