Yuji Scars Novels & Stories

Jace whimpers and coughs, blood spilling from his mouth as he squirms on the floor. “Stop!” I choke on my breath. “Jace…” “Don’t pity them, Tabitha. They don’t deserve it. See this?” Mario lifts his shirt and reveals a massive scar carved into the side of his stomach. It looks like a bite taken straight out of him. “I got this more than twenty years ago,” he explains. “From Emery Aldair himself. He went berserk during the full moon after his twenty-fourth birthday.” “W-What? I don’t understand,” I whisper.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

Aurora “What an unpleasant surprise, Alpha Jaxon,” Ricky opened his mouth as he approached the border, slowly taking off his glasses. That was when I finally got a proper look at his face and immediately noticed the large scar running along the side of his eye. It wasn't some small injury that had faded with time. It was deep, ugly, and looked more like the mark left behind by a blade than a fist. The kind of scar that permanently altered someone's face. For a moment I found myself staring at it, wondering who had managed to leave something like that behind before Daniel casually answered the question I hadn't even asked yet.

Hanzo explains making my blood boil in anger for him. No wonder he got upset, he only tried doing the right thing and got beat for it. “My step father tore me up pretty good and gave me my scars as a parting gift when he pulled me off the kid,” Hanzo points to his side, Reika pushes forward as my hand moves down under his shirt and my fingers trace his scars.

Jyeon would be the poster boy for dream man if we graded them on looks. He turns to me and reaches for it, his shirt falling further open, and I spot the fading bruises across his left rib cage and forget all else for a moment as instant pain hits me in the chest. Suddenly knocked off my pedestal of anger and crumbled to wimp at seeing him hurt.

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

I thought and jumped over Yuki with Hikari and Zahir. Yuki shot to the sky above the clouds. He dived to the Aura palace’s roof. I hopped down from it with Zeve still asleep in my arms. Hikari and Zahir jumped down and soon after Yuki disappeared and the tattoo around Hikari’s neck was back. I placed Zeve’s head on my lap while sitting on the floor. Rian was healing my wounds that literally hurt like pins and needles. “Baka da yo! (You idiot!)” Hikari yelled, probably cursing me in his language.

And passed straight through. There was no resistance, no cut. No blood flowed out. But Yuqi screamed and her eyes blinked out of existence. The glittering net holding Jenny in the air vanished and she fell to the ground with a clatter. I rushed over to her (better late than never). She was shaking but nothing seemed to be broken. “You’ve got some weird friends,” she said. “Story of my life,” I replied as I helped her to her feet. “Biiiitch!” Yuqi came rushing out of the darkness at ramming speed, horns lowered.

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.

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.