You Drew Stars On My Scars Novels & Stories

It is just want, stripped of everything else, months of denial flooding back all at once as his commands arrive and my body answers them without consulting the part of me that knows better. I lay on the mattress with my face wet and my thighs slick and the scar on my belly pulsing like a second heartbeat, and I think about Drake's wings folding around me in the dark. I think about my mother, fierce and destroyed by the same hunger I am lying here feeding and then I think about the irresistible stranger. I remember the reason why I had this scar was because I was almost caught the night I went to steal from my boss. Drake had used his scale to heal me and it was turned into a scar that seemed

It came out bitter, sharp, almost crazy. “Dragged into something? Look around me, Cullen! I’m already in it! My parents are dead, my scars are glowing like they want to crawl out of my skin, and people keep whispering shit I don’t understand. Don’t you dare stand there and act like I’m safe.” The room was quiet except for my breathing. My scars burned again under my hoodie, hot, almost angry. I yanked my sleeve up. And I froze. The marks were glowing faint gold. The lines shifted like they were alive. They curved, straightened, then bent again, like they were trying to spell something right there on my arm.

I heard a tranquil voice like a whisper next to my ears. “Because after all, constellations are nothing but people drawing their scars in the sky, right? So, let’s draw our scars in the stars and hope that they listen…” Tears trailed down my eyes. My heart thundered up to survival beats. That voice. I opened my bleary eyes with a snap to the bullets levitating inches away from my face. Dia.

by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits She craves attention, she praises an image She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor Oh, she don't see the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made her blind So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away Cause covergirls don't cry after their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

Eros I opened my eyes and saw blood on my hands. The blood was all over my body. I looked everywhere and saw glass shards, smoke and people looking at me with shock evident on their faces, some even had worry. I looked at myself through one of the shattered glass and screamed out of shock. It was not me. Blood and wounds all over my face. My beauty….it's gone.

Then he accompanied her to the hospital himself to get the wound cleaned up. She'd thought he was overreacting, but he'd just smiled and said, "Lyra, you're the most important woman in my life. I don't want any scars on you—except maybe from having our kids. Smooth skin looks best with beautiful clothes and jewelry." And now, with her face covered in blood, he'd brushed her off to take care of someone else. He once swore she'd never have to bear a scar, but he made her risk her life to donate bone marrow for another woman. Even marriage and kids—he'd planned all that with someone else behind her back.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Alice. I stood up, shaky, and pushed away his hand that tried to help me. "It's too difficult to live without love. "At first, I had my parents' love. Then, I thought your love would be enough for me. "I was wrong. Trusting you cost me so much. "Don't come looking for me, Alexander. It's all over between us." 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.