Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

Takeshi paused placing his leg up on the glass table. “But I know for sure he must have done something, something that is going to leave a huge scar on my life once again” Takeshi mumbles as he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt. Revelling the scars all over his arms and also the ones which were peeking out through his black shirt. As his fingers traced the scar over his arm. Zen just remained quiet with his hands behind his back. “Even though I’m happy no matter what he has still left the memories imprinted along with the mento-”

I think I'll need to lay low for a while as I'm unsure of my fate at the moment With nothing left to do i left ,sad ,depressed, missirable and disappointed by master juju's words ,i headed for the stairs and claimed it slowly all the way up ,in deep thoughts over master juju's prophesy. I reached on top the tower scar was still there waiting for me ,so there was no need to summon him ,i patted his fire breathing jaws ,be could tell i was depressed ,we have a sort of connection scar and i, just like i do with my wolf ,scar has the ability to read my mind that's why we make a great team in battle.

She turned back to him with a steady smile. “See? Nothing’s there.” He looked at her with a confused expression, nodding slowly. “I feel like I’m losing it.” “Then lean on me,” she said softly. “I’m here.” He almost believed her. Almost. As he turned back toward the bathroom, she caught sight of scars on his arm. Thin, dark lines marring his skin. “Jace, what happened to you?” He pulled away. “It’s nothing. Probably a reaction. Give me a moment; I’ll be done soon.”

After all, I'm dying soon. Aries started cleaning and treating my wounds. She gasped when she saw my scars. Aldo walked close and saw the scars“ Oh my God! Who did this to you?” He asked, shocked. “Who would do this to a lady?” He asked again angrily. “It’s nothing.” I replied. I didn’t want to talk about it, besides who would believe me when I say my father gave me these scars. Aldo walked out angrily. Aries finished cleaning my wounds and allowed me to rest. I couldn’t sleep, I was tossing and turning in my bed.

Amino dug his nails into the armchairs, trembling in anger. The dress she was wearing was modest at the front, but her back was exposed. The scars on the back soon became the eyes target of the other people. “I want to fucking kill them.” He clenched both his teeth and his fists. Ryuzaki could only swallow hard. Unexpectedly, he was charmed by Shadow’s back. The scars on her body seemed to be like it was carved by a knife. However, the scar was treated like a tattoo because he could see the angry eagle or falcon on that body.

I sighed, dropping the book to the side. "I'm just tired." I muttered, covering my face with my palms. It was obvious she didn't believe a word I said but she remained silent. "Take a look at this." Jade called out to me, and I removed my hands from my face to look at her. She pulled up her shirt and exposed a large, nasty scar that ran across her abdomen. "How did you get that?" I asked quietly. "My mate." She said simply and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

He could have saved them. Instead, I missed it. I missed all of it. And now there was no fixing it. A warm hand brushed the side of my neck, fingers light but firm. I jerked hard, eyes flying open. "Shit, sorry," Scars said quickly, pulling back a little but not all the way. The bruise on his face from earlier had darkened slightly, but he didn’t seem to care about his own pain. "Didn’t mean to scare you. Just... your neck. Dominic left marks. Looks bad."

"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.

Scars stared at the pillow in front of him. “Are you in pain?” she said. “Do you need something? Should I get a doctor?” “No, baby,” he said, and suddenly, it was Scars again, and she almost sagged in relief. “I’m not in pain.” “OK so…” She stroked his face. “You OK? All things considered?” “Well. I mean, I’m obviously devastated about the fresh scars ending my promising modelling career,” Scars said. “But I’ll get past it. Somehow.”