White Tears Brown Scars Novels & Stories

An ointment that could get rid of scars would have no problem with blemishes. "Is it really that miraculous?" Marissa dug out some ointment from the porcelain bottle and sniffed it. "Don't trust in commercials, trust in the effects. However, you've got to wash off the makeup on your face." Sebastian pointed at the sink beside him. "Alright. I'll try it." Marissa washed off her makeup without hesitating. When she was done, Isabel finally saw that her face was covered in brown blemishes that were all about the size of a seed.

Not like the others who had sneered at me, whispered about me, looked at me like I was nothing. Asher’s eyes only held concern. I quickly moved to cover my arms, pressing them into my lap. "You don’t have to look," I whispered, staring at the white sheets beneath me. Before he could respond, Marcus returned with a small white tube. "This will help with the scarring," he said, offering a reassuring smile. Scarring? No cream could erase what had been done. Still, I mumbled, "Thank you." Marcus carefully applied the cream before rolling my sleeves back down.

Sadly , the paste have little to no effect on the scars that is left behind. I take my bottom lip between my teeth , and I gentle nibble on it. While doing that , I twist my neck as far to the left as I can do to have a look at the scars on my back. I hear my self whimper as I see my peach cream like skin , decorated with hideous revolting scars that are painted all over my back. It looks so appalling that I doubt I could ever wear a dress that shows my bare back again. I let out a painful sigh , just glad that all that is scarred is my back.

Appearing from behind the bar area and I flinch when I catch sight of his face. He’s older than Colton for sure, a little greying of his hair at the temples and he has one completely white eyeball that suggests he’s partially blind. The other so dark brown in comparison that you can’t help but react when you see it. A raggedy awful looking scar running from cheek to forehead and passing right through, so deep you can tell he was wounded pretty badly whenever this happened and it’s literally the first thing you see.

was quite thoughtful. In the hospital, the smell of disinfectant was pungent. The doctor praised, "The wound on your neck has healed well. The scar has faded a lot and is almost invisible. It seems that you don't have any permanent scars." Gale replied, "I... I apply scar cream every day, so it heals quickly." "The scars on the cheeks should also get some cream persistently. Don't give up." "Okay." Gale looked at herself in the mirror.

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.

As the doctor is Arthur's personal doctor, she didn’t want to go on his bad side. "Your body will heal in a week, but the scars on this scar cannot be removed in a week. It will take at least 15 days to heal them. However, you can use makeup to cover these scars. Models usually use heavy makeup during photo shoots." The doctor told her Hearing the doctor's words, she looked at him angrily and said, "I didn't ask you to give me your suggestion. I want to remove these scars on my body naturally. I don't want to cover these scars with makeup and I don't use much makeup"

"Burn scars are usually permanent, Mrs. Aldrich. But with laser technology and reconstructive surgery, the texture can be improved. The color will also fade over time." Alena nodded weakly, though her heart ached. This body was no longer hers. Scars everywhere—permanent reminders of that horrifying night. "Ten-minute break," Marcus said, handing her a water bottle. "Then we'll try balance exercises." Alena drank with hands that still trembled slightly. Marcus stepped out briefly to note her progress in the staff room. Alone in the therapy room, Alena stared at her reflection in the large mirror mounted on the wall. Her face was still partially covered by bandages—especially around her forehe

What was he going to do when he found out I had never shifted thanks to the slave mark? “I, uh…I’ve never shifted.” The silence in the room was so heavy, a pin would be easy to find if dropped. “I apologize, my lady, but do you mind elaborating on that?” “That isn’t what you’re here for. Her scars, what can be done about them?” Caspian cut in. Was that why he called a doctor so early in the morning? “They can’t be removed with normal medicines or remedies. Scars like that can only be removed by either holy water or a strong healing substance. Both might be found in the Black Market if you want to risk dealing with those tricky Elves.”

Ever since Eva ripped and burned my face, I'd had a livid scar that extended from the corner of my right eye down the cheek. Now, though, the tear track scar was a paler shade of pink. The shiny tissue felt softer when I touched it. How had that happened? None of the creams or medicines I'd dared to try had ever worked.