Romans & histoires Vegeta Scars

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

★★★★★ 4PM* The members had gotten back from Rome unharmed but Scar was an exception. Her arms was still untreated since they didn't take any aid kit with them. "OMG, scar.....Your arm!" Lila exclaimed immediately she set her eyes on her. "It nothing Lila, it just a bullet!" Scar let out a smile. "Let go to the suite. I'll help you treat it!" She offered and scar nodded. "Thanks baby!" Scar smiled hanging her arm around Lila's neck.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

“Relax. She’s not worth the energy. I’m just happy you’re back, Mira.” Mira blinked, her expression softening for the first time. “You missed me?” “Like hell I did,” Scarlet said sarcastically, but her tone cracked. “The room was too damn quiet without you.” Mira chuckled ... that wicked, carefree sound Scarlet had missed so much. But then something strange happened. The bruises that painted Mira’s skin ... the ones that looked deep, fresh, painful ... began to fade. One by one, the angry welts melted away, leaving her skin smooth and flawless.

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

“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.”

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

"Cease your movements or my claws will harvest your vitals!" "Look at the shoulder blade, San!" the giant pants, halting his hands and ripping a bloody linen wrap off his left wing to reveal a massive, jagged centipede scar that cuts clean to the bone structure. The raw force of his movement causes the fresh stitches to pop, and thick alpha blood begins to spray across the grass.

she told him. "How did you expect them to be?" he asked. "rough" "I am a vampire from the royal line, my healing ability is fast. All my injuries vanish" "werewolves also have fast healing but sometimes scars remain" Rita told him, still tracing his hand. "I wish I had scars, maybe it would remind me of all the evil I had done." Rita released his hand and raised up her shirt to show the scar from the stab wound. "Well this one reminds me of when I tried to kill my own sister"

One of them was swollen shut and the other was almost in the same state. Sobbing, I grabbed the edge of the bandage and began to unwrap my head. When I was done, a scream tore out of my mouth and I turned to the toilet bowl at my side and threw up. I had been hideous before, with the severe burn scars and badly healed scar tissue that was my face, but now, I was truly grotesque. My hair was cut into jagged uneven strands and deep lines had been scarred into my face which was discolored, bruised and battered.