You Drew Stars On My Scars Novels & Stories

Rosalina asked emphasizing each word "Cause he wants to sort things out with you Rosalina ..." Mae answered "Sort what out?" Rosalina asked giving an amused expression. "He still loves you Rosalina " Tristan answered "Love? Me?" Rosalina asked sarcastically and then laughed "You call this love?" Rosalina said pulling her t-shirt showing the scars on her neck and hands "Tell me you call this love!? Then tell, who the fucking hell treats the one they love this way?!" She said loudly

ANIKA'S POV:- I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was hell nervous. Everything was perfect but the scar on my face was messing with the look. The dress and everything Adam had brought me, they were all very stunning but I could not help that scar. I just wished it would have gone. But I was not very lucky. I even asked the Celestial if she could make it go away. But she said it was permanent. Celestial was like a God mother to me. She was always nice to me. Whenever I felt lonely, I always went to her. She always made my pains go away. Gulping the nervousness down, I held my head high and stepped out of the room.

I'm hungry and thirsty, Silas is kinda a lifesaver. I was in the last drop of my drink when I sense someone standing beside me. Shock and fear envelop my chest when someone reaches his hand to me-- asking for a dance. My fist tightened around the bouquet of red roses I'm holding and the empty wine glass that almost shattered. I'm not shocked because of the way he just popped beside me, but because of the uneasiness I felt and the fear that aroused inside of me. It's instinct. I look at his hand before paying him my attention, my forehead knotted when I notice the peek of a familiar tattoo-- and that's hit me. I remembered the image I once saw when I was sixteen for my mission but ended up fa

He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his hands exploring my body with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. I moaned softly, my body arching towards him. Tyler's hands trailed down to my thighs, pulling me closer to him as he kissed me passionately. I could feel his hardening length pressing against me, and I knew he was just as eager as I was. When he saw the scar on my stomach, he caressed it saying, "I'm sorry." I held his hand and said, "Hey, it's fine. i always felt embarrassed about my scars but... To be honest, I'm feeling grateful to have this scar on my body."

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

Xander’s POV. A cool breeze blew by rustling the trees in the distance. Up ahead, the moon cast its warm glow above the earth, illuminating everything under its wake. Stars twinkled in the background, like tiny specs against a pitch black canvas. The sight was beautiful and I could get lost out here if I stayed here long enough, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't distract myself from the matter at hand. I'd found my mate. If I hadn't experienced it earlier today, I would have said it was a silly prank from someone, probably Sabrina. Or perhaps, I'd been worn out by my long travels and I was beginning to hallucinate and see things.

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets worse. . ." I went on.

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

and saw something looking back that wasn’t me. --- For years, the scar beneath my rib cage remained faded—a whisper of something forgotten. Ethan once asked about it, fingers brushing over the thin line. “Looks like it never fully healed,” he’d said. “I guess I didn’t want it to,” I had answered with a forced laugh. He didn’t press further. Now, I wish he had. Because tonight... the scar reopened. And it wasn’t blood that poured out. It was a petal. Black. Velvet. Cold.

Alone. Eyes swollen. Makeup smudged. That night—that night—when I sat on the curb, bottle in hand, after Jace broke me. Whoever posted it had slapped a filter on it, making the shadows around my body starker. And right across the top, in bold white letters: "Guess she really leveled up. Who knew chubby charity cases came with attitude too?" The world tilted. My throat closed. I scrolled up, hands trembling. Jace.Miller.Official.