Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately sat up. “Turn your back,” he instructed. She obeyed, shifting so that her back was facing him. Hector reached forward, gently pushing her blonde hair to the side. Then, he lowered her dress slightly, exposing the skin of her back. The moment he saw the scars again, a sharp pang of guilt hit him. His scars. His orders had put them there. He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry about the scars on your back.” Ruby rolled her eyes but didn’t turn to face him.

he said and I froze before I immediately raised my head and looked at them. His face held complete disgust as he stared at me and my eyes slowly turned to look at Mia. She had a huge smile on her face as she stared at me with mockery. I felt out of breath as I looked at her. "Don't look away" Lucas said and I kept my eye on them as tears streamed down my cheeks in pain. My heart shattered into a million pieces. He bent her over and made me watch as he rammed himself into her and she moaned his name with pleasure till they both came.

"What is all this? why is this boy's face bruised and his neck is covered in scars as if someone tried to strangle him?." With every passing second, he observed the boy. Eventually, he noticed Jun's sleeves had slipped up a bit in his sleep clearing showing marks on his wrists too. Yeon gasped, He wasn't that much of a dumb to not understand what type of scars were they. Yeon felt his heart clench as he looked more closely and found that one of those scars laid there was a fresh one. He stared at Jun in worry, "What is going on Jun? Why are you like this?"

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

“Wife, I know you are already awake. Talk to me, please?” Only then did I open my eyes. I wiped it while my vision was still a little blurry until my vision cleared and I saw Yuichi’s face. I frowned as a prerequisite. I looked at his face. “What happened to your face?” I asked when I saw the bruise on his lower lip. There were a few scars. “Nothing, it’s just... I got into a minor accident.” “Accident!?” I got up and checked his face. “What kind of accident did you have bruises and scars on your face?”

He steps over toward me, then leans down to pick me up. When his shirt comes into contact with my wounds, I nearly fall apart in tears. “Those look nasty, almost as bad as the ones Jackson left when you were but a child. So sad. Here you just got those scars healed and Jay tore them right back open to make new ones. Maybe we can get these to go away as well.” “You’re a monster.”

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.