Yuji Scars Novels & Stories

While applying medicine to his wounds, Anne discovered that, aside from the new wounds, he also had quite a lot of scars, which were so light that they looked like they had been made a long time ago. "What's wrong?" Justin's eyes flashed. He knew she had seen his scars. "Your scars?" Anne couldn't help stroking his scars. She looked at him in confusion and asked, "How did you get them?" "Oh, these..." Justin didn't care and smiled. "I got them when I was a child. My family was strict with me. Even if I made a small mistake, they would punish me severely. The scars were left behind at that time. I remember I made a big mistake when I was a child. I was thrown to the ground by the butler and b

I forgot to blink as I took in the entire scene. “I knew Chris would win. He always wins.” Maya exclaimed happily as she started recording too. A guy with messy grey hair was throwing bloody punches at someone who has possibly passed out already, each hit landed with a sickening thud. It was cruel and bloody. I felt nauseated as I watched the Chris or Lucifer guy hit the other guy, blood spurting out of the guy's nose and mouth and staining both of their white shirts. Memories I've tried to bury deep inside me begin to surge up, I instinctively touch the part of my arms where my scars are. I specifically wore the long sleeve uniform to hide my scars, I can't let people see them.

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.

CHAPTER NINE; Sleep tight — Dalia glared at them and she clenched her hand very hard that she can feel her nails digging in her own flesh, she wasn't even afraid of drawing out blood from it. She gritted her teeth as hard as she can that she can feel them grinding against each other, also not afraid of destroying her perfect set of teeth. Her sharp glare was trailed with them as Leon slowly descends the stairs while carrying her in his arms. She was staring very hard that she might cause a hole in their heads.

The corner of Yuda's lips was bleeding from his left temple. "You lie down first, Yu," said Ridho leading Yuda to sleep on the sofa, Rijal handed him a compress. "I've lost," Yuda muttered holding Ridho's hand to treat his wound. "As you wish, Jal, I've come to my senses," he continued, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips. "I gave up on hurting him again, that's why I left him. Him," he paused, remembering Raisa's time with a foreign man named Karen.

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.

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.

"Yasmine, is this you?" Jessica asked. Yasmine ran over while holding her stuffed bunny and stared curiously at the photograph. She shook her head and said, "I don't know. There aren't any pictures of me when I was small." Jessica was taken aback. "Not a single one?" "I've never seen any." That was strange. What mother wouldn't keep photos of her child unless there was something to hide? Jessica gently held Yasmine's hand and looked closely at her forehead. There was a faint pink scar between her brows. It was barely noticeable unless someone were to look for it. The surgery plan must have been for her.

So he took a shower after Kyron was clean. "Huff..." Vincent rubbed his arms and face. His skin became much smoother, without any scars. Vincent rubbed his left arm, then frowned. “Where are my scars?” he muttered softly. As far as he remembered, he had a persistent sewing scar on his forearm. He got the scars when he was 12 years old. But now the wound is gone without a trace.

Why would he have those? Lucas: "Do my scars bother you?" Lily: "No." Lucas: "Are you ashamed of them?" Lily: "No!" Lucas: "Do you think I look ugly with these scars?" Lily: "What? No!" Lucas: "Do you think these scars make me look hideous?" Lily: "No!" Lucas: "Then you think I'm still handsome?" Lily: "Of course!" "Then," Lucas' lips curved up into a faint smile. He claimed, "I'm happy to have earned these scars."