Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

“We will be just like them. Carefree and happy. Just us!” The image felt so vivid that it almost hurt. Zylar started whimpering for our mate now. But that prolonged gaze made me notice a strange thing. A scar! There was a faint line, thin, pale, but unmistakable, cutting across Adrian's face. It was like a sharp object had sliced his face in half. The moment Zylar noticed it, she spoke seriously. “Liora, when did this scar appear on Adrian’s face? I haven’t seen it before.”

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

With all my new roles, was there still room for me to be me? Adrian looked at me, nodding slowly, as if my expression gave him an answer to a question he hadn’t even uttered. He walked over to the bed and sank down. His broad shoulders and back were covered by long, thin vertical scars that I hadn’t noticed before. There were a lot of them. I approached him to get a better look. Adrian didn’t say anything, he only looked at me. I pointed at one of the scars then lightly touched it but pulled my hand away after a moment.

His expression softened. Gillian did not speak when she turned around. Wordlessly, she let the towel dropped on the floor. He wheeled to come near her slowly. The flawlessly smooth back was blemished with scars, round and elongated. They were mostly caused by cigarette burns and a small blade. The scars seemed created a long time ago. "Who did these?" Rye swallowed before he asked the question. "Men..." Gillian replied tonelessly. "When...?" "Years..." "Oh, Gillian!" Rye's voice was full of compassion. He kissed the deepest scar. "I'm sorry."

, 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.

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

“They’re your friends. It’s Aito, Haruto, Yua and Toshiro. They won’t judge you okay. They’re here to help you. You can feel safe” “No!” she shrieked. “Go away! All of you! I don’t want to see any of you!” I averted my gaze. My heart was pounding against my ribcage in fear. Fuck. The wounds were terrifying. A large X was carved on her face, starting from her brows, going across her nose to her cheeks and stopped and the edge of her jaw. Who could have done this? My eyes met Toshiro's and I saw that he was just as shocked as I was and as helpless as I felt. This was irreversible. There was nothing any of us could do.

Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive. “Marcus, did you see his right hand?” I mind-link him, still not trying to draw attention to ourselves. “Yeah, I saw it. That must have hurt like hell.” He walks back inside. We sit back down and wait for our pizza. “Do you catch his sent when you went outside?” still using mind-link.

scar. "I got this that very same night everything happened from a rogue attack. There were at least eight of them. I almost died." "And why are you telling me? Am I supposed to care?" "I thought it was the goddess’s way of getting back at me…I-I thought I was being punished...but I think it was her way of leading me straight back to you.” His hand drifted to the wound on his neck, finger gentle gliding down the length of it. “It might not matter to you now, but I didn't finish the ceremony, I couldn't mark Katya or have her mark me…hell, I couldn’t even look at her.”

Even if my desires are temporarily imprisoned in my thoughts, when the time comes, I will bring them to life. Jayden freezes for a few seconds with her eyes closed, then sits up on the edge of the bed. I automatically trace the tense muscles of his back and broad shoulders and stare at his shoulder blade. Jaden really did everything he could to get rid of the butterfly tattoo. His tattoo had become a black circle, disfigured by protruding scars. I'm no stranger to pain, yet now, as I witness his years of torment for the second time in 24 hours, my tear ducts start to burn unbearably. I'll heal. We'll get through this.