Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

Want me. He moved against me, and my palms flew to his chest for support. I realized I wanted this. This experience of having him kiss me over again. Cautiously, my fingers moved from his smooth chest to his biceps, and he didn’t stop me. Not even when I ran my palm over some jagged bumps of flesh under his elbow or intertwined his long, slender fingers with mine. Scars. I knew they were. Jayden had one just like that when he was—

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

He slowly took off his watch and walked into the bathroom. In front of the mirror, the man's muscular body was even more obvious. He removed his shirt, revealing large tattoos on his arms. It stretched from his wrist to above his elbow. Not only that but there are also scary scars that overlap each other. They were all his past, his training on Skull Island since he was eight years old. And every time bullets hit him in the back and leave scars on his body, they're always there and don't go away. Although Dr. Vittorio said, he could help Ivan heal these scars. But Ivan always refuses. These are all witnesses to his life, representing the hard times he has gone through.

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 said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,

His palms on the either side side of her head, as he balancing his weight and hovers over her. "No Vivian... it's-' She chuckles again and next he knows, she pulls away her shirt desperately, leaving her only in her innerwear. His eyes widen but he doesn't stop, too shocked to say anything. "I am no longer beautiful. I have these scars that remind you of her....is this why don't want me now Ethan?" He states down at her body and the scars make him clench his fists....he hated himself...each healed line making him hate himself more.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

It darts forward to attack me. I tilt my body and dodge the attack. Then I summon up my strength and pounce on him. As I get close to him, I’m surprised to notice a long scar running from his forehead to his neck. It’s a long and horrible scar. I’m sure that I’ve seen it! He makes another attempt to attack me. I dodge, but the distraction of the scar and my dizziness slow me down. I’m attacked on my shoulder blade. And blood seeps through my shirt immediately. Damn it!