You Drew Stars On My Scars Novels & Stories

Fucker her beautiful body was incredible to state at. "damn baby you're beautiful ". She moaned as I kissed from her mark to her breast. She touched my chest and I pulled back. My scars embarrassed me. "don't touch them too long , Rose , they are ugly babies and I hate them. I can't wait to get tattoos to cover them all",I say watching her. "It will look good on you",she moans as I touch her boobs. I play with her nipples getting gasp and whimpers. She nodded and reached out to kiss my scars. I moaned as her small fingers traced them no doubt imagining tattoos in covering them all up. She was gently touching them like I would break if she touched too hard.

Slowly, I took her tiny hands into mine, and placed a long kiss on the back of her hands. “Thank you for being here, Vivian. You're my muse, and my greatest ally now. I really hope I get to make you proud someday.“ I heard faint footsteps and quickly closed my eyes, letting out fake snores. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel Mum's presence. I snuggled my pillows, ready to sleep off.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

This voice belonged to Trevor. Celine couldn't help but glance back. Quinn seized the opportunity and broke free, lunging for the table to grab a pair of scissors before charging at Celine again. "Bitch! Die!" "Celine, watch out!" Steven stepped in front of her. The scissors plunged into flesh, and blood sprayed everywhere. Trevor yanked Celine back, his face pale with fear as he looked her over. "I'm fine." Celine patted his arm reassuringly. She looked at Steven, who'd taken the blow for her, without an ounce of gratitude. If it weren't for him, Quinn never would have had the chance to escape in the first place.

The firelight dances over our faces, showing the deep feeling in our eyes. “I need you to know something, Xander,” I begin nervously, clutching a small charm that has been with me through many problems. “Every scar on my skin, every wound, it tells a story—a story of pain, loss, and sometimes, hope. But I fear that some of these scars... they might break us apart if we allow them.” Xander’s eyes soften, and he takes my hand in his. “Aria, those scars are proof of your survival. They are signs that you’ve survived pain and still stand here, stronger than ever. They don’t define you...they improve you.”

“Reagan can be a dick. Yes, most people who work closely with us know of our bonds. You’ll understand more when you meet my parents.” “I hope they don’t think I am as stupid as I feel.” I replied too honestly. “You are not stupid Miss. We keep these secrets for reasons.” Reagan replied gently with half a smile. “I appreciate that.” 7 Days later… I paced around the living room of my little guest house I called home. I glanced down at my watch before staring at the tattoo drawn around my wrist. Twisting my arm around looking at the beautiful artwork. A dragon’s tail, around an inch in width, wrapped around my wrist. The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if t

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

She looked at my scarred arm and nodded, “I know everything that happened and what you did. You’re not welcome there anymore, you know.” I scoffed, “That’s another city you can add to the list.” I replied flatly. “I don’t know what you mean by being patient, Marla, but I will always be by Alruin’s side. So, if he needs me, I will be beside him and nothing is going to change that.”

I ran my fingers along the thin lines of old wounds that were hiding under his skin. “We’ve come a long way,” I murmured. His eyes caught mine as he tilted his head up. Now there was no darkness or storm in them; only light that was steady and true. “We survived,” he whispered. “Every scar has a story. And every story brought us here.” My throat tightened. I leaned down, pressing my forehead against his. “You make it sound like we’re stars,” I said. Eliot smiled, and his lips touched mine in a very light kiss. He said in a soft voice, "Scars and stars." "That's what we are. So if there is anything bothering you, I'm always here to listen."

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.