Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

“Can you read that?” Darrion looked at the kanji and without giving it a thought, he answered. “No.” “That is ‘Scar’.” Baji said. Darrion made an ‘O’ with his lips. He looked at Jai briefly. “That is what Arata gave you, right? Scar.” Jai nodded. “Yes.”

Susanna said softly as she turned Izzy toward her and dabbed some color onto Izzy's face, blending it just right. Izzy turned and stood in front of the mirror, gingerly touching the bite mark on her neck. The skin didn’t hurt, not like the other scars she carried from Cliff. Her body ached still, the muscles screaming from a week of sleeping outside but the scars on the inside were finally healing, slowly returning to normal. The pain had subsided to a dull ache, and she didn't sit in discomfort any longer. The ache was a reminder that she was not yet fully whole and she wouldn’t ever be the same girl that started this adventure a week ago.

“The key, the key is with the ugly...” He ripped the metal gate off its hinges, drowning out Scar’s voice. “You mean this?” Ryder tossed a bunch of keys in the air. “Guess you don’t need it anymore.” Scar was frozen, unable to speak. Ghost pulled Scar into a tight embrace. Scar was battered, wearing torn clothes, a black eye, and a busted lip, with dried blood stains on his clothes. He still looked in shock. “You’re not supposed to be able to do that...” Scar’s head tilted. “And who’s that?”

See doing what he does for a living he was able to tell what's what with regards to the way people reacted , then again his world was all about instant gratification, and fun. Iris turned around to make sure everything was alright. She had taken her scarf off mid conversation with Javier on the plane and forgotten that she had his hoodie on . Her hair was tied up in a coiled bun. Most of Irisis' stab wounds had healed and the scars were fading the wound on the lower back end of her neck left a nasty scar. She had forgotten about it. In a way it had become a part of her . When Javier saw the scar ; the first thing that crossed his mind was ; how and when did something sinister happen to Iris.

Jeanette said, pulling the oversized shirt up to show him the scars. Mateo frowned in pain at the sight of the scars, the scars he caused.

Worst to the well of not a typical one-night stand, but in the world of the famous Yaoi genre. “Tsk!” smirking, he took a deep breath out, looking at his reflection as the droplets of water from his hair is dripping onto every section of his fair skin down to his neckline and chest. Just then as he looks at himself in the mirror, the scar in between his chest that he slowly touches tracing it as the past he regretted and was too weak to fight back then, and leaves him of who he is now is somewhat knocking the hated tone back to him right now.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.