You Drew Stars On My Scars Novels & Stories

“I'm sorry for not protecting you then,I'm sorry but no one would hurt you again,I swear on my word,and those who hurt you I'll find them and end them” He promised his gaze holding hers seriously. “And your scars they give you a sexy do not mess with me look” He added , tracing a thumb over her chin, tracing the scar. He placed a kiss on her forehead,then her nose, cheeks, before slowly kissing the scar. “What are you doing” She asked breathlessly. “Kissing your scars ,I'm gonna kiss them till they fade from your memories” He kissed the scar on her eyebrow,her breath hitched as his hands moved over her breasts rubbing it slowly through the light night wear.

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Doom. “You don't have to tell me. Your scar says it all.” “Oh, this.” I chuckle, pointing at the scar on my face. I have a straight scar that starts at just below my eyebrow and extends down to my upper cheek, where it ends. And what can I say? It fucking makes me stand out. I hate and despise how I got it, but this scar has made me who I am today. “It is meant to scare you, actually. And I still got the looks. Women love me.” I deadpan and it's not as if I'm bluffing.

A monster focused on pleasure and pleasuring, who forgot limits, who forgot there was a world out there who might hear us. When he's done with me I am laying on my side, with a mess of a mind, while he lays on his back, a barely tired smirk drawn on his face, small beads of sweat shimmering on his whole body, making him look as if he was out of this world. The scars on his body were leaving gentle shades on what could have been a perfect skin and I feel drawn to one that's just above his heart. Golden eyes open and cut to me immediately, when the tip of my fingers brush over the scar that looked like a gunshot wound. Should I ask? Was I allowed to know?

It was the first time she was seeing me shirtless and she was lost of all word because all she did was stare. “The scars..they look attractive.” She mumbled. I wasn’t perfect but I loved that the scars made me even more attractive in her eyes. I had faint scars scattered across my chest and arms and the Donia mark was there too. They were battles scars that told the story of wars that I have conquered. The scars left behind the definition of strength, bravery and pride. Mia traced her fingers over every curve as tears shimmered in her eyes and then she kissed me passionately. Soon her fingers found their way to the zipper of my jeans and she tugged it openly and swiftly before kissing her wa

The tattoo had been left to heal, and remaining true to the promise I made him, I hadn’t looked at it; no matter how much I was itching to. Gulping, I closed my eyes as he gently peeled off the plaster. “This is my way of claiming you, Rose,” he said and kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder. He removed the bandage, and I slowly opened my eyes. On their own accord, my hands came up and covered my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips when I saw the beautiful drawing that had taken over the hideous scar. It was a motorcycle lost to time and consumed but a wildflower bush. The vines wrapped the metal in their embrace, and big red roses bloomed around it, claiming it. Right next to it lay a huge gra

"I want a dragon on my back.. Right on my backbone.. Fierce and bloodthirsty.. And each of the other scars should form a branch that blooms into a rose.. Don't forget the thorns.. " I told him and he sat with his iPad, drawing the one I told him.. "You want a full back tattoo? " She asked and I nodded.. "I realized that the scars are not something I should be ashamed of.. I should love them and move on.. So a bit decoration for them.. " I said and the artist passed me the iPad.. I looked at it and then passed it to Matilda who looked amazed.. "What do you think? " I asked and she nodded.. "Perfect for you.. "

With a heavy heart, Scar ventured toward her before sitting behind his broken woman, his legs bent on either side of her with his arms placed stiffly on his knees. "It's gone..." she spoke softly after a while, the fire burnt Scar's face harshly but he didn't care, "All my drawings, my ideas, all of my work - gone. Every tattoo gun I ever saved my money for, every design I worked hours on... ash. H-How could this happen, who would do such a thing? I never hurt anyone so... why must they hurt me? I-I don't understand..." she managed before she burst into tears.