Vegeta Scars Novelas e Histórias

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.

None of them mentioned that the cold CEOs are also very childish. That little pout on Victor's face is something she would never forget. “Have you seen enough?” What? I haven't even taken a look. Lila hastily held his hand with the shirt, using her super strength to force him to keep it up. She kept her eyes on the long straight scar wondering how bad the injury must have been until she heard a mechanical voice. “Don't Blink” “Incomplete fragment detected.” “Scanning” “Completed. Weapon resonance at 50%”

She traded her brilliant future for his life. Pulling Julian from a burning car cost Nora her career, her mobility, and her peace of mind. Guilt-ridden, Julian married her. He built a safe, padded world to care for her broken body—paying back a life-or-death debt with zero actual love. Then his long-lost first love returned from Paris. Clara claims Nora’s care is holding her back. She convinces Julian to strip away Nora’s comfort and ignore her desperate panic attacks in the name of "tough love." While Julian turns icy cold to his wife, he showers Clara with romance and expensive gifts. He thinks Nora is trapped. He’s wrong. Silently, secretly, Nora just accepted a dream offer in Londo

Nothing at all like the gentle leaking of healing Vera’s skin or the calm pulse of saving wilting flowers. It strikes at the darkness. Violent and unforgiving. Destroying every trace of the dark. I do not stop there. No…I see the scars left behind too. My instincts take over once more. The lightening turns gentle. Like soothing moonbeams compared to the burning sun. I see the scars slowly fade. I do not stop until every ounce of damage is healed. It draining. But I just can’t stop now. I only pull back once it is all healed. Lionel is there to catch me as I stumble. Adrien is already gripping his mate’s hand. I see now that Scarlett’s eyes are open.

‘No, Scar! Don’t close your eyes!’ Ulva’s voice echoed urgently in Scarlett’s mind, causing her to groan in response to yet another punishing blow. She felt another hit, and her body burnt in pain. But then, a primal growl erupted from the depths of Scarlett’s being, signaling a profound shift within her. In a dramatic twist, her eyes burst open, ablaze with an orange inferno adorned with a silver sparkle. Like a fierce storm, she unleashed a rapid and calculated punch, feeling a satisfying connection before the air filled with a sharp grunt.

The new injury hadn't fully scabbed over yet, but its astonishing healing speed was already evident—the unique self-healing ability of a high-level werewolf. As Vanya's fingers brushed the edge of the scar, Theodore's muscles, tensed from endurance, quivered slightly. A hint of wolf transformation flickered in his fingertips; his sharp nails briefly pierced the skin before quickly retracting. After observing it, Vanya said, her pupils constricting with heartache, "This is a knife wound. It might leave a scar. Who hurt you?" "I got slashed accidentally during a fight. If you don't like it, I'll get scar removal surgery so you won't have to look at it and feel upset."

"You... you look different." "Am I not supposed to? I'm no longer human now." She sat back on her heels, her hand sliding down my bare chest where the huge ugly scar of my wound was. It was a mesh of thick, vampire flesh, a network of broken flesh meeting at the point where my heart was supposed to be. Kayla touched my scar, her eyes unsure... almost scared.

Three of them lunged for me at once and I jumped out of the way but one of them caught me, giving the other a chance to sink their sharp teeth into my skin. I screamed again as I tried to pry them off but they wouldn't budge. I felt myself grow weak as I sank to my knees and they all wanted a piece of me. That would have been funny if I wasn't being mauled to death. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks and loud screams escaped my lips. I could barely hold myself up anymore. I was starting to feel numb when I heard my name being screamed. It sounded distant but I recognized that voice anywhere. Beta Carlos.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.