Wanna Know How I Got These Scars Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Firstly, yes, I trust you. Secondly, the pictures are missing your birthmark and your scar.” I blinked in surprise. I didn’t even think about that. All I knew was that I didn’t pose for naked pictures so I knew they weren’t mine, but my birthmark and scar… I raised my top slightly and looked at the small scar that had been on the side of my stomach since I was a kid. I had been playing and I fell, hitting my side against a hard sharp surface. I’d lost so much blood I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t. The scar I’d gotten from the injury had been very huge but over the years, it decreased in size. I even thought it was gone. It was very faint but it was still there. I never told Jacks

Ann struggled to pull his hand from her neck. “ let me go you bastard” Ann whispered getting short of breath. “ Or what?” He smirked. “ What can you......?” he started but Ann scratch his face so hard, he loosened his grip, as one unfortunate finger entered her mouth and she bit it so hard she tasted blood. “ what the hell!” he groaned as ann pushed him away and gave him the hardest kick in the groin she could muster up. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. Ann was unsure where to go, but knew she had to leave as quickly as possible. So she ran until she jolted into someone.

He tilts his head slightly. “I’ve been meaning to ask about that scar. How’d you get it?” he asks. I glance down, my fingers brushing over the faint, jagged line just below my kneecap. It’s old, but still obvious against my skin. "I fell off a cliff five years ago. I was being chased by a bunch of dumb high school bullies. I tripped, rolled, scraped up my knees, and hit my head pretty bad," I say, flipping a page in my book.

she called from the patio as I began to clean. The images slowly faded as I felt a wetness run down my cheeks. I sat up slowly and wiped my tears away. The world started to come back into view. The sun was high in the sky as I must have passed out for a couple hours. I absently took my tongue and rubbed the circular scar that was still on my lower left lip, near the corner on my mouth. It never healed right and it broke open a couple times so it scarred over ugly. I have countless more circular scars all over my body as it was my dad’s favourite way to punish me. He thought it was funny since they named me Scarlet that I had scars on my body. My brother would sneak up to my bedroom and bring

I shake my head. “They’ll worry for nothing. I’m fine. I have my big, strong honey bunches with me.” He chuckles, but I know he is still tense because he’s holding me as if I could break. I know he is worried, but I’m tough. This isn’t going to break me, and I need him to know this. I move the sheet exposing a scar on my right thigh. “You see this scar?” He cranes his neck over to view it. “I cut myself climbing a fence to get a ball when I was seven. Mom was beside herself when she saw it, but I was just happy to get my ball.” I laugh at the memory. He runs his hands over the scar kissing my neck.

he half smiled and left the bathroom. Ugh what is wrong with me! Asking him to join me in the shower, could I be any more slutty. It’s like all logic and morals are out the door when he is around. He just drives me so damn crazy. I got out the shower, dried myself off and wrapped the towel around me. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eye was basically back to the right colour with just a small dark pink patch remaining on my eyelid. The burns on my neck were nearly gone. There were still some patches of discolouration and some spots that looked like small round scars, but the skin itself was healed. I turned slightly to look at the slashes on my back, they were all gone too, not even a sc

" I snapped at him and walked out of my office. I heard them talking behind me, but I tuned out their voices as I stopped in front of a hallway mirror. My hands reached for the hem of my t-shirt as I pulled it off my head to check my back. Something felt odd in there like it had been hit by something. I turned my body slightly, just enough for me to see my back, and I couldn’t help the growl that escaped my throat. "Motherfucker!" My back was full of scars that looked fresh, and it seemed they wouldn’t fade anytime soon. They were too many and looked like I’d been whipped. " What the fuck happened here?" I heard footsteps approaching from two opposite directions, but my eyes fell on my mothe

She whispered, shaking her head. “You'll be fine.” I whispered, restraining myself from reaching out for her again. “I guess.” She said, looking at my chest. “Where did you get this scar?” She asked, tracing one of the several scars on my body. I looked down at it, unsure where it was from. “That's either by my father, or by my royal trainer.” I shrugged, losing the battle against my body. “I think we should have a timetable. It's only logical.” Hyacinth suggested, still not looking at my face.

"Let's get out of here. It'll be me, you and Vicky. Together forever. I won't let anything happen to either of you." It's either she's forgotten Vicky or she's too depressed to care, but there's no reaction. I rid my mother of her stained clothes and find more scars. The most prominent one along her thigh. I take my hand to it and rub it gently. "We're twinning now." I have a scar that ugly along my flank. My father gave me that scar, even though I spent hours trying to convince Angie that I scraped myself in the pool. She was still worried because my shirt was soaking up so much blood.

"Did we fuck you a little too hard?" I bit my lip as he kneaded the muscles. "I can take it." His hands slowed, his thumb caressing a deep blue X scar that crossed my hip. I felt a pulse of anger and sadness through our bond. The desire to know. "Ask." I folded my arms on the side of the bath, raising my ass to him a bit. He gave a scoffed laugh, sadness tightening it before he sighed, his hands moving again. "What did they use to make those scars?" I wanted to flinch at the growl, but I knew it wasn't anger at me.