Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

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!

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

I don't believe him, I don't see how I'll ever be able to again but he's adamant he's got an idea that'll work. This morning I finally looked at my injuries properly. I started with my dick while I was relieving myself. The head of my cock has lots of small cuts that have scabbed over and bruised slightly. They should be healed soon enough, as they aren't all that painful. My back however, is a different story. When I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and saw the lashes for the first time I almost broke down crying. There is so many of them. They're scabs now, but the skin around them is still an angry red colour. No wonder it hurts so bad when anything touches them. The worst part is

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

Scarlett took a deep breath and hung up the phone, not making the call after all. *** Serena didn't know about these encounters with Scarlett, she had always known that Scarlett was a woman of means and Joanne was definitely no match for her, so she had nothing to worry about. A few days later, her hand wound finally healed, and Ida brought a salve from somewhere that she said would get rid of the scar for good. She continued to apply it with faith, and found that the ointment really worked, and the scars on her hands from the burns had become so shallow that they would heal in no time.

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.