Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

With a heavy heart, Scar ventured toward her before sitting behind his broken woman, his legs bent on either side of her with his arms placed stiffly on his knees. "It's gone..." she spoke softly after a while, the fire burnt Scar's face harshly but he didn't care, "All my drawings, my ideas, all of my work - gone. Every tattoo gun I ever saved my money for, every design I worked hours on... ash. H-How could this happen, who would do such a thing? I never hurt anyone so... why must they hurt me? I-I don't understand..." she managed before she burst into tears.

If he would say that it was his right, then that would be a lie. It was Liara who had suggested to him the night when she saw his scars for the first time by saying, 'Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived. Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make the scars in your life disappear, but you can change the way you see them. And if you will ask me, then you can get your body tattooed with beautiful art to change the way to look at your body.'

Garold said respectfully. Normal Arkyn would want to rip someone’s face off for looking at his naked mate but this tone made his eyes dart to her. Scars covered her back. Freshly made ones, still bright pink. She was thin on the verge of being starved. His eyes shot back to Garold who was now watching him and not on his mate. A large scar covered her rib cage, he gritted his teeth. “I’m going to kill them all.” He growled.

She walked past them, halting in her steps to finish, "or broken ribs." Vantae's expression looked somewhat between smug and impressed. He opened the door for her as she winked, smiling a little. For the first time, he talked directly to her, "Ngl. That was kickass. You don't seem like someone to do that." Scarlet walked side by side with him, grinning but, her insides were bursting. Vantae voice was deep, a surprising contrast to his boyish face. She scratched her left eyebrow where the boy noticed a trace of a stitch. It had divided the very end of her eyebrow with a scar, just like her name. She looked down as she spoke, "This mark had always been on my face. Mom told me that it was there

Luna's tears slowly subsided as she took deep breaths, allowing herself to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing her down. After some time, Luna separated herself from me, with tears now drying on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a small smile as she held her hand to me, gesturing for me to look at the arms that she had rolled up. "I want you to see the scars," Luna whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability. I took her hand and gently traced my fingers over the faded marks. Her pale skin was marked with cuts, bruises, and scars, each telling a story of pain and survival. Luna's eyes held a mixture of sadness and resilience as she shared this intimate part of herself wi

I headed upstairs, legs feeling heavier with each step. The bathroom door clicked shut behind me. I stripped out of the hoodie and borrowed clothes, letting them pool on the tile. The mirror fogged slightly as hot water streamed from the showerhead, but I caught a glimpse of myself first: faint bruises on my hips from their grips, red marks on my thighs, and those three perfect bite scars on my shoulders and neck. Vincenzo’s amber claim, Lorenzo’s gold hunger, Valentino’s silver reverence. I reached up to touch one—just to trace the edge, see if it was healing.

I exchanged eye contacts with Thena while Torren took his seat and Kael just looked out the door. “Assault?” Torren repeated and I guess, the drama queen decided it was time to start her performance. “Torren, look,” She gestured towards her face and legs and even hands and Torren just turned to stare at me in utter shock and back to her, “They almost disfigured my face.” She cried out and Thena banged hard against the iron bars again. “Almost?? I wish I peeled the skin off you so you can walk around Veloria with just bones. Perhaps, that would teach you a bit of common sense.” Thena yelled and I walked over to the bar, just to caress her fingers as I whispered to her to calm down.

She took a step as a sign to leave although paused when he talked. “You’re not going anywhere, woman." The tone of his voice was menacing. “What—” She was cut off when he pulled her towards his car. When they both went inside the vehicle, he hastily started to take her blouse off. “Don’t touch me!” she cried out, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once he completely got her shirt off, his shock worsened. Scratches and bruises were all over Annabelle’s body! The purple mark almost entirely covered her back part.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.