X Scars Novels & Stories

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

However, as the shirt gradually pulled away, what Dean saw sent a shock through him. Chen’s back was covered in scars, large and small, each one bearing a strange and unsettling shape. Some looked like long, deep cuts, while others appeared as irregular burn marks. What struck Dean most was that these scars had been cleverly concealed beneath tattoos. During their previous intimate encounters, Dean had only vaguely brushed against these marks, never fully noticing them.

Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident. ‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that she is beautiful and worthy of love, regardless of what battles she has faced. These scars are a part of her story, and I

“What kind of scars?” She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. “There are marks on her body that will never heal. Scars from beatings, from whips, from… other forms of torture. She’s been through so much pain that her wolf… it’s dormant, Xeros. It’s like it’s given up. It’s been so traumatized that it can’t even come forward to protect her anymore.”

Sharon asked. “Yes…” Xyla said. “You must apply it properly. As long as you do so, the scars won’t stay,” Sharon added. After saying that, Sharon started crying sadly as she looked at how badly bruised Xyla was. Nearby, Wilson’s eyes also turned slightly red.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

His voice is shrill unlike the usual confident and bossy tone these brothers posses. I nodded in oblivion. “Tell me about them.” He questioned. Where is he heading with this? “There are of an accident. Some of them are Abrasions, one is a Laceration scar, it is on his shoulder. It is deeply cut by something sharp and few are contusions. Many of them are almost healing.” I say tentatively. “That’s it?” He asked. “What do you want me to say? I don’t like talking about those scars.” I particularly don’t like talking about Alexander’s scars. He almost died.

Grayson: As Gabe falls back asleep, my eyes flicker down towards his chest. His wounds have almost completely healed, but they left several pretty bad scars. I slowly reach and gently trace them with my fingers. I notice three long, deep scratches starting at his shoulder, going all the way down to his abs. As I trace them, he stirs in his sleep, turning the other way. He has a few scars on his back too. I move closer to hug him from behind, wrapping my arms right under his and pressing my cheek to his back.

N O T E A scar is the mark of a story that, on the surface, is private. It is an implication of what lies beneath and within. Complete scar removal is not possible, but most scars will gradually fade over time. Scars are a natural part of the healing process. Most will fade although they never completely disappear. At times, emotions and memories are stored so well that they can’t be recalled on command. Alternately, the psyche veils itself with trauma that has left its mark and overcompensates to dissociate from trauma. The scar is a container and a

As I was turning her over to dry the other side —I was starting to worry at how limp she’d gotten—I saw them. There were scars all over her back. There was a hideous X mark on her back like someone had used an X-Acto knife and carved it on her skin. Some scars looked like cigarette burns, and some were deep angry slashes. The X mark stood out more than the rest. It was ugly and deliberate. Someone had held her down and carved an X on her back to remind her she didn’t belong to herself and was basically cattle. Outrage bubbled up within me like lava in a volcano about to explode. “What the hell is this?”