Wanna Know How I Got These Scars Novels & Stories

Hana questioned, but her words trailed off as I lightly traced the scar. It wasn’t too deep, and it was old. I know scars aren’t uncommon for humans, but this isn’t just any scar. This scar came from a werewolf claw. How’d she get it? Is the werewolf dead? Why wasn’t it healed? I thought they had healers in Bloodmoon. “It’s fine. Like I told Isak in Barcelona…” She gasped softly when I kissed the length of each claw mark. “It was from training, and I opted to keep the scar. I’m a hunter. Scars are part of that. Aunt Sarael has one from your…” She paused again, losing her train of thought as it wasn’t just me touching her.

"How did you get this? He asked as his eye caught a scar on my tummy. "In secondary school, I emm...got into an accident" I replied out if breath as he kissed the scar on my tummy, bitting it sofly. "I like it" He said as his lips lingered there for sometime. His lips went lower and then between my legs and I gasped. "Do you like it? Should I stop? He said thrusting his tongue deeper inside me.

A pale, crescent-shaped scar just above my ankle bone was visible beneath the strap of my sandal. It was from an animal trap, years ago. "That scar…" His voice trembled. "How did you get it?" I instinctively took a step back. "An accident. A long time ago." Simon stared at the scar, the shock in his eyes growing deeper.

I squeezed her tighter and her body calmed. With that the meeting ended and I grabbed Stephanie and walked out. Meet you at the restaurant. I mindlinked Marissa and Grayson. They agreed and I took Stephanie to our room. She sighed happily as we laid on the bed. Her hands ran down my cheeks. My lip was healed nicely and the cut on my head left a pretty bad ass scar. "Another scar to add to the collection." She whispered. "Yeah. You have some though." I chuckled. "Yeah from falling on my ass, slipping on ice, one from surfing, two from skateboarding, and one from a bungee jumping issue." She laughed.

The human way leaves scars. "You have a scar on your back." Willa came closer. "The scar is as old as you." I curved my lips at the odd coincidence -- I got this scar when I was eight. Willa was just born around that time. "Before you had your wolf? What happened?" She asked. "I blacked out on the new year's day when I was eight years old and knocked over a table. A knife left a little cut on me. It's my only scar." I told her.

I hummed in response. "There is this tiny scar on your knee, how did you get it?" He asked as his hand ran on my exposed knee. His question made the vestiges of sleep disappear. The memories of how I got the scar flickered in my subconscious. "I got it when I was seven while trying to climb on Gg's back. I missed a step and fell." I smiled at the memory. At the mention of Gg's name, my heart twinged with loneliness. I miss him so much. I couldn't help but wonder what became of him.

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 of 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 eve

If I didn’t have Jolie and Jessica by my side, I wouldn’t have been able to get everything done. I get up and go to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with such force that the windows rattle in their frame. I take a quick shower, then stare at my reflection in the mirror, hoping Edric will be done and gone by the time I’m finished in the bathroom. I’m almost completely healed, apart from a small scar on the side of my face, close to my left eye – it’s not big, but it’s noticeable. I run my fingers over the thick ridges of skin. There’s a similar, bigger scar on my collarbone, running from my clavicle to my shoulder, another one on my stomach, but the biggest and worst of the scars is a rag

I started shaking my head and he pulled me down just a little bit closer. “I love every inch of you and these scars are a part of you” he stated “so I love them because they helped make you you” he started smiling up at me and I let out a small sigh. His hand slowly traces over my scar once again “how’d you get it” he whispers and I suck in my cheeks before taking a deep breath and his hand on the back of my head slowly lets go. “I got it from my mom” I whispered and I ignored the creak of the door behind us as he looked up at me confused.

“Your parents? “Dead,I have no parents”she answered in the same monotone emotionless tone. Aria studied her carefully her eyes running over the scar running from her cheek to her ear,and a scar cutting her right eyebrow.scar noticed her gaze,she bared her teeth again, because that cannot be classified as a smile. “Don't worry I scarred more people,that's were I got the name,I give people scars they live with for life,what use is a business if I don't advertise my own business,so these are my artworks”then she laughed it was dry and bitter.