Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

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—

Of course, when father isn’t around. “Does my mother have scars on her face too, father?” I can’t help myself but ask that question. Aside from not being able to shift, the scars on my face made me pity myself more, and reasons why they bully me, without Alpha Magnus knowing, or else they’ll face the consequences that they won’t be able to regret anymore, because they are already dead. As long as I can endure it, I will keep my mouth shut. “Your mom, Cassandra, doesn’t have any flaws. She’s the most beautiful, caring, brilliant, and brave Luna in the pack, before.”

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

The next day Victor woke up with a slight headache. He cursed as he stood up and stretched in his underwear, his muscular frame catching the morning light that filtered through the half-drawn curtains. Years of rigorous training had sculpted his body into a weapon—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, abs defined like carved stone, and arms corded with muscle. The scars that decorated his torso told stories of survival, the most prominent being three puckered circles on his chest where bullets had torn through him five years ago.

working. I tried to resist but he started showing an unnatural amount of strength. Holding one of my paws messed up by balance, after all, I still wasn't used to this body. When he had a full grip on it, he pushed me to my surprise. I toppled over and lay flat on my back. It was going to be a struggle to get back on all fours again. Blade eventually gets up on both of his feet. He takes off his torn shirt which still has the claw marks on it. His chest is lean and defined with plump biceps and hard abs. The scratches I gave him earlier rested above his abs and they seemed to be healing themselves. As I struggled to get up, Blade came towards me and it seemed that with every step, his scars s

Sebastian couldn't remember a time in his life he'd been more aroused. "Ok, so I apparently got off real easy at the Mateship Ball," Jared muttered, staring at the end of the video as the fighter slipped into unconsciousness while Giavanna growled in triumph, her face flushed and sweaty from exertion. Sitting back in his seat, Sebastian watched the video a second and third time. His eyes lingered on the scars that covered Giavanna's arms and the exposed areas of her back. Scars were not uncommon in the werewolf community, especially within the ranks of protectors, but he'd never seen a young female with such extensive damage before. He admired her commitment to her goals, though the thought

The next morning, Victoria stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection with a determined expression. The scar from Helio’s slap was still there, faintly bruised but visible enough to remind her of the humiliation she had suffered the day before. She touched it gently, feeling the heat rise in her chest—not just from the pain, but from the bubbling anger and hatred she harbored for Helio.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.