Wanna Know How I Got These Scars Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t purposefully looking there. But your maid let out a small gasp when she noticed it and I was worried that something was wrong, so I went to check.” Suddenly, the smile left his expression and he studied me seriously. “Cassandra, where did you get such a scar like that?” he asked, and my heart pounded in my chest. The truth was going to be too impossible to explain. The scar that ran all the way up my inner thigh had come about when I was Cora.

She teased. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” “I’ll think about it.” “When did you get your piercings?” “When I was 19. You have to admit that they make my wolf look badass.” “I can’t argue with that.” “Since we’re clearly in the process of asking stuff about each other, I might as well ask how you got that scar on your back.” “I was wondering when you were going to ask because you stare at it a lot.” “I mean, it’s pretty hard to ignore when it’s right there.”

Once again, he glanced at me, but I did not stop him, which encouraged him to move on. After unbuttoning my shirt fully he was shocked to see them. He looked at them weirdly. Rather than looking at my boobs, he was looking at some scars near my stomach. He touched them and asked very concerned, "When did that happen?" At first, I thought he was disgusted about my scars but when he slowly and lightly touched my scars as they would cause me pain, I closed my eyes and said, "It was from the battle I have fought."

Lance scrunched his brows and clasped my arm and brushed his fingers against my skin on some spots. "What are you doing?" I asked him in confusion. "Did you have these marks before? I am sure I didn't notice them." He commented while observing my skin and my gaze went to the spot he pointed and my eye widened in shock to see a scar. It was a scar for burns and I could still feel those burning sensations I had earlier. "That's not what… wait!!! I never had them before. I do have scars on my body because of my training but I never got burnt before." I started while still trying to figure out what had happened.

He was pissed that Neil had taken off without guards and still had yet to return, and he was taking it out on me. I groaned and picked the knife up again. By midday, my skin was covered in nicks, bruises, and shallow cuts. My arms ached from the strain, my injured hand trembling every time I tried to grip the knife. Back home, marks like these would’ve been unacceptable—models weren’t supposed to have scars, or any imperfections, really, except for the exciting ones like vitiligo or heterochromia. The thought of permanent scarring twisted my stomach. With my wolf so weak, I was still healing too slowly. And healing slowly meant that the skin was more likely to develop marks.

he queried, sweeping his hand on the scrapes on my stomach. I absentmindedly recoiled a little from his grasp with fear patent in my voice. Alpha Damon didn't protest or get a hold of me. He threw the bed sheet on me and sat up on the bed with the atmosphere of sexual tension earlier replaced with awkward silence. There are a lot of scars on my body since as a wolf, I only get healed but the wound always remains. The burn on my stomach was given to me by Karen, that was last year. I was pushed from the pavement of my uncle's house and I fell hard on my stomach, unfortunately, there were glasses on the floor that injured my stomach deeply.

The scar. “Look,” I pointed to the place with a long mark on it. There was no need to see it to confirm it. I could feel its embedment into my pale skin. It was imprinted into my skin like a tattoo. “What is that?” Hannah gasped, running her hands silently over my scar. “My dad used a cane on me and struck my back so hard. It was painful.” “It looks very painful Stella," Hannah agreed sympathetically. And then she was angry.. “Why did he do this to you?”

I had scars too, heck I even have one on my mouth, but none as frightening as the long one on her back. I tried continuing as if I saw nothing, but after that, I started to look for more of her scars. She had them everywhere. In the most obvious places, too, but I never bothered to look. I felt so enraged and wanted to ask where she got them, but I don't think I could ever forgive myself if her fragile self rekindled those traumas that she tried so hard to heal from.

When my mate peeked at me through the gaps between her fingers, her ears turned red. How adorable. "It's almost the same as being naked!" She squealed and I snorted, amused. She turned away and lowered herself onto the bench by the pool. "How did you get that scar?" She asked, pointing at the thick scar on my right thigh. She gazed at me with curious eyes, watching me as I slipped on my bathrobe. "I was seven years old when I got the scar," I began. Her eyes widened, horror flashing in her eyes. "The pain must have been unbearable," she winced.

" I can share my routine with you, it will probably work for you. Your physic is not so... I'm just realizing it, you have so much freckles. Right here .. and here, even on your chest, and your skin is so smooth, do you do skincare?" I blush furiously and thwart his hand from my chest, he's behaving like I'm a new specimen. "These marks are..." Holy shit! I wrap the towel around my shoulders consciously, the scars have not completely faded. I don't even think they ever will, Pierce is so obsessed with inflicting new ones. "I got bitten by a dog..." Why is this the only fucking lie that I can come up with? How creative, Kai! "Damn, it must have been an aggressive one..."