X Scars Novels & Stories

"No way! I saw her sell her kidneys. She still has the scar. Your skills must be off. Get someone else." The doctor slammed the chart down on the desk, his anger barely contained behind his mask. "I've been a doctor for 50 years. I can tell a missing kidney by touch," he said. "I'd stake my career on it. The patient has both kidneys. That scar you mentioned? Just from an appendectomy. If you don't believe me, I can run tests right now." His words hit like a hammer. Andre eyed Natalie suspiciously, but before he could speak, she turned pale, grabbing his hand. "This hospital is messed up. I want a transfer."

" The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed. He stood up slowly, quietly. "Remember to put ointment on your knee when you get home. It's scraped." The door closed softly behind him. I thought I heard a muffled sob. However, maybe it was just my imagination. Back home, my daughter gently put ointment on my knee. I patted her head, turned on the computer, and started writing a new post. Title: [About Camila and the Road I Took.] She should have known I would not let it go if she exposed me.

She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. "You don't have to feel ashamed of this scar. It is declared as the signature of victory against rogues for our territory. You should be proud, baby girl. Now everyone is under your debt. You kind of saved the whole territory last night." I said and a small smile appeared on her face. "Will mom and dad love me from now on like they love Skylar?" She asked me and I sighed. A forced a small smile on my face because I was speechless. That little girl had been through more than she could handle.

I wiggle my brows at them as they laugh and pull back from the hug. Ry stops laughing and becomes serious. “How bad is it?” He asks softly, placing his hand on my cheek. “I haven’t looked. I’m not sure I want to,” I say, touching my right eye gently over the bandage. I lean over and turn on the small lamp on the side table, then lean back and lift my shirt up to see where she sliced me with the knife over my stomach. I pull back the bandage carefully and see that a pink scar has formed. “The doctor says that the scars will never heal properly because of the type of wolfsbane,” I explain.

Willa suddenly yelped, frozen in shock. Oops. I sighed with a chuckle. Willa's eyes trailed down my body, following my hand. I was about to laugh at her when she tilted his head and fixed her eyes on my back. She noticed my scar. I had a two inches long scar under my left shoulder blade. Werewolves normally wouldn't have scars on their bodies. Unless their wolf couldn't heal them with soul power in time, leaving them to heal in the human way. The human way leaves scars.

I answered. “Good. Now go get small fry black shorts.” Lexi waved him off. He bounced away as I giggled. Lexi giggled with me, Then stood, and came toward me. I watched her walk to me through the mirror. She was looking at visible part of my left shoulder blade. “How long is that scar?” Lexi asked quietly. “It stretches across, and down the bottom of the right side of my rib cage.” I whispered. “Looks like it hurt.” “It did. It was very deep. Almost to the bone deep.”

I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with. A scars mean a hurt is over and the wound is close. It means you conquered the pain , learned a lesson, grew stronger and move forward. A scar is a tattoo of triumph to be proud of . Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make scars in your life disappear , but you can change the way you see them. You can start seeing your scars as a. Sign of strength and not of pain. ---

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

Jack said sadly "That's alright, we'll help you" Stace said "Really you guys will do that" Jack asked "Sure it's no big deal, we would rather have you date Whitney than some random dochebag" Erick said with a smile "Aww thanks man" Jack said side hugging him "Just because we are in full support for your love to Whitney doesn't mean you can mess with her" Stace said sternly "No problemo ma'am I would never hurt Whitney, I love her too much to do that " Jack said

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.