Wanna Know How I Got These Scars Novels & Stories

she stopped, clearing her throat so her voice wouldn't sound so high pitched but the heat still crawled up her neck, "how did you get that scar?" I knew which scar she was referring to, the one going across my lips. Very few had the balls to ask about it. Most stared until the scar morphed into something more hideous, something entirely scary that had them shuddering with fear. I shrugged a shoulder and stepped back to draw in a breath, "A piece of shrapnel had gotten embedded there. I mean, it could have been worse. It could have been my eye or my jugular, but it was just my lips."

She then closed her eyes quickly. "Kailani, I know you're awake," I said. "Please...just let me go," she whispered. "I won't cause any more trouble. I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again." "No! We can't let her go!" Theo exclaimed. Ignoring Theo, I asked, "How did you get those scars?" The marks on her arm wasn't there a day ago. She hesitated but eventually gave me an answer. "I got them while hunting. It's nothing serious."

I eye her suspiciously at her sudden formality, and I wonder if Liam is inside. “Well...” She falters. “You look beautiful, by the way.” I blurt out and realize that I have been looking up and down her body with a smirk. Her cheeks turn bright red, and she breaks eye contact. “Thank you,” she whispers. “But I have scars.” “I know, and they look new, but scars tell stories.” I stare at them, and I wince, while thinking about how she might have had a traumatic experience during our day and night at Carkeek Park. “And I’m curious to know how you got them.” I continue.

I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally. I take a moment to look at my naked body in the full-length mirror. I rubbed my hand over the small scar that stretched across my lower abdomen. It’s been years, and it still hasn’t faded. My body is covered in small cut-like scars and needle pricks that I had received when I was just a small child. My back had the most scars, but once I was old enough, and when my father was out of town, I went into the human town and had them covered up with a very large full-back tattoo portrait. I still have one scar that I refuse to cover since it was a reminder of where I came from and where I will never be again. It is on t

She turned around and now lay with her back to me, trying to hug herself. Once again, I felt something shocking—something that truly made me lose my voice when I saw the scars on her back. Cassandra’s pale white skin made the scars stand out clearly. A long line ran from her shoulder to her waist, and I saw several other scars there that, unfortunately… were just like the ones I have on my own back. I got those scars years ago from a kidnapping I experienced when I was 14, and I still carry them to this day. How… how could Cassandra have the same scars?

How do you go four ounds without tiring out? Even I, am surprised I’m still breathing well after all the energy expended. My wolf spake, “Sex-hungry, bastard.” I allowed him do his wish and he grinned in delight. After a minutes, he was done and laid back to hear me out. “Now what is it you want to know?” He asked as he pant heavily. “Your scar. How dod you get it?” I asked again. “Quite an adventure, you see,” he started. “But contrary to what you might think, it isn't from battle or any fight. I got this from a woman,” he laughed.

Before I knew what I was doing I started rubbing the scar on my left hand, desperately wanting Axel here, he always knew what to say to make me feel better. “How did you get that?” Zeke asked looking at my scar. “Oh this, I cut my hand when I was about ten on a glass when I was washing dishes” I said. “Why are you rubbing it does it hurt?” he asked sounding concerned. “No, it’s just something I do when I’m nervous, it comforts me” I told him. “Why?” he asked, what’s with all the questions I think it was the most he had spoken to me since coming here.

she replies. I frown deeply and exchange looks with Rebecca and Tonia, I turn back to her. “You mean you put these scars on yourself?” She nods. “Why would you do that? Don’t you feel pain doing this to yourself?” “I don’t feel pain, I’ve had enough pain in my life to last a lifetime!” “What do you mean?” How can someone inflect scars on themselves? Or is she going through some kind of difficulty? “I wasn’t born an Omega, my father was once a fighter in this pack but unfortunately he died in a battle, my mom was pregnant with me then but I guess I wasn’t a lucky child, my mom died too during child birth, so I was taken to the pack orphanage!”

I moaned out while sparks and ecstasy danced through my entire body. He didn’t stop drinking from me until we both stopped convulsing. He then pulled away and healed my neck. I tried to stop him, but he did it anyway. It was the closest I would ever have to a mark from him, so I wanted the scars. I wanted people to know exactly who I belonged to.

I knew that no matter what, it would leave yet another scar on my body. "Hideous… You look absolutely hideous, Meri." I mumbled, glaring at my scarred body in the mirror. The stitched gash and ugly scar on my right thigh were not the only markings on my body. There were others, many of them I learned to ignore over the years but still visible. The ones I have least bothered myself over were the two parallel dots on each wrist. Wounds that I received from Samael when he came to help with my headaches.