Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

The baby was watching Scars avidly, now hugging the bunny tightly. “You’re making goo-goo eyes at him,” Zoe whispered, kissing Keira on the top of her head, wondered if she was talking to her daughter or to herself. “You’ve fallen for the charm, have you? Careful, little flower – careful of any man who comes bearing gifts, and especially this one.” “I know you’re vegetarian,” Scars said as she reached the kitchen. “Rebel told me.” “Yeah.” “So I got you a pizza with double cheese, mushrooms, and mild red pepper. Cool?”

I inhaled sharply, and my lips parted as I slowly exhaled. "This one is a reminder, Evangeline. The reminder that when people tried to break you; when they thought of you as a weak person and thought they could just end you with a single measly bullet; they failed. They are the ones cold, six feet under the ground and here you are, still standing, still beautiful, still strong," he whispered all the while looking into my eyes through the mirror, his lips slowly moved against my earlobe. His hand caressed the scar while the other rested over my waist, "Wear your scars with pride, Vita mia, they show who you are and the thought makes me even crazier for you. You're not a princess, you're my wa

“Zayne is back to normal. If he cares about that girl, then it’s Gabriella's place to worry—not yours. You had your little orgasm. Now get over it.” Ava hissed and stormed out of the room. Venom took a long sip from her wine glass and turned to their mother, eyes gleaming. “Guess what? I got the useless sacks removed. Wanna see?” She yanked open her shirt without waiting for a response. Two surgical scars ran across her flattened chest. “Tada.” Their mother gasped and covered her mouth. “What… what have you done?” she whispered. “Where are your beautiful breasts?” “Haha! Mother you are so old school.”

He looks at her and then at me, bows his head and walks out the door, closing it behind him, but I see him stop and stand in front of the door through the clouded glass. Ava then turns back to me, "Do you mind if we take this off?" I hesitate for a moment. I don't like anyone seeing my scars. They remind me that I failed to protect myself when I got taken by Valentino. The only one to have really seen them is Zachariah, but I still don't feel comfortable with even him seeing them, as my body is no longer beautiful because of them. I reluctantly remove my shirt, allowing her to see the damage done. I don't miss as her eyes go wide at the scars, but she doesn't say anything about them.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

Eles’ shoulders sag with relief, acceptance, and defeat. Lifting her arms, she holds them out in front of her, slowly turning them as she takes her time to look at the scars tainting her skin. “I guess I should wear my scars like armour. They physically don’t hurt me, but on the odd occasion, they can mentally fuck me over.” She groans with irritation as she lowers her arms and stares at the ground. “May I ask you something deeply personal?” “Yeah… sure.” “Have you ever had this feeling that shit’s about to hit the fan, Val?”

I remember this one, because it felt like they used a barbed tip on the end of the whip that time. How is it possible you have these and I never noticed before?” “I covered them with tattoos almost immediately and the silver in the tattoo ink can leave some small scarring giving me the excuse I needed. I thought they were some kind of result of shifting and that maybe something went wrong or it was a sign that I was a gamma. But, just like the asthma attack I got when you were in Lucas’ office hearing about going to warrior training or when you stopped breathing when Ava told you about the threat made to the pack, it was a sign that you needed me and I wasn’t where I needed to be.” His ey

It had taken five grown men to drag Scars out of that car – seconds before it had exploded. His whole body was covered in burns, she knew that intimately. The most recent ones were from him running into the old Blue Dragon Ink tattoo parlour to rescue Zoe’s daughter Keira from an explosion and a fire. Scars had saved Keira’s life – but he’d done so at a huge physical and emotional cost to himself. Not that he regretted it, not for one second, but it had been one hell of a road to recovery. He was here, though. Here in one piece, so strong and loving. Her heart and her blood, her breath and soul. Her future husband. Her whole life.

She knew that voice. “No.” Luca stepped in front of her instantly. But the voice came again. Closer this time. “You came back.” A tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness beyond the destroyed blast door. Bare feet. Black pants. No shirt. Scars covered almost every inch of pale skin. Not random scars. Surgical scars. Like someone rebuilt him piece by piece. Ava’s breath caught painfully. Because she recognized his face. Not clearly. Not fully. But somewhere buried deep inside her memory—