Yuji Scars Novels & Stories

Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. Bringing in the moonlight He couldn't help dip his head lower and move his trembling lips closer to her scarred skin. "I am....soory....my angel...I am so sorry." He whispers and she flinched, feeling his warm teardrops falling on her skin. Surprised she looks down to only feel his lips kiss her scar, making her own tears to leave her eyes. "Why..." "....why didn't you tell me?" Was all he asked and she for once didn't knew how to answer.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

“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.”

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

She reached out, her fingers trembling as she gently lifted his left hand. The lightning broke through the window, casting a sliver of violent light across his palm. Panni’s breath hitched. There, running across his lifeline, was a maggot-white scar—a jagged, ugly mark that Jinyan did not have. Jinyan’s hands were scarred from the mountains, yes, but this was an old wound, a relic of a basement and a childhood spent in the shadows. "Searching for something, Panni?" The voice was a whip-crack in the dark.

He steps over toward me, then leans down to pick me up. When his shirt comes into contact with my wounds, I nearly fall apart in tears. “Those look nasty, almost as bad as the ones Jackson left when you were but a child. So sad. Here you just got those scars healed and Jay tore them right back open to make new ones. Maybe we can get these to go away as well.” “You’re a monster.”

“No… I didn’t even know I could heal someone else until today. I never thought about using it on myself.” Joshua leaned forward a bit. “Wouldn’t it be worth trying, though? If you can do it, that scar could fade. Just like that.” I looked down at my lap, my hands clenched together. “I don’t know if it’ll work,” I said quietly. “Scars are… different. They’re not open wounds. They’re old pain.” “But pain is still pain, isn’t it?” Jasmine added gently. Thania reached across the table, placing her hand over mine. “It won’t hurt to try. And if it doesn’t work, we’ll still love you just the same. You’re beautiful with or without it, Violeta.”

As Ginga entered his room and closed the door with a bang, the Yakuza boss was stunned at his place. His son was extra angry today. Than came a loud smashing sound. Inside the room, a vase was smashed against the mirror. The school uniform was being torn revealing a body that seemed to be trained for fighting. On the shoulder was a tattoo. The tattoo that belonged to the members of Yakuza. He could not contain his anger. All his life, he acted like an innocent foolish but Summer ended up liking the bad boy. He was heart broken and felt betrayed. But now it all was going to over.

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.

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.