Yuji Scars Novels & Stories

"Lily, calm down." "He blinded me with the illusion that I was happy while he abused me. Every fucking day until he broke me." She pulled off her hoodie and tossed it to the ground. She exposed all the lacerations that she hid from him. Most were small and thin on her forearms and neck, while there were darker and thicker scars on her chest. She watched Jayce's lips curl back in a snarl as he eyed her body. She reached down and started pulling down her jeans in front of him.

The nightmares proved that. It had been days since I woke fully. The deep slash from Jade’s knife had closed, skin knitting together in a raised, angry line that shimmered faintly silver under light, catching the eye like a brand. My body carried scars now… permanent ones I’d never had before. Faint lines crisscrossed my arms, shoulders, thighs from the brands, the cuts, the burns Jade had inflicted with such calculated cruelty. They didn’t fade like old wounds but stayed, etched deep, a visible map of what I’d endured, reminders that my blood, my power, had been turned against me in the worst ways.

There was no scar. ​She stared at the unblemished skin, a deep frown touching her brow. In the chaotic future she had left behind, Julian Cross was a legendary, untouchable figure—a man whose very name commanded terror in the lawless sectors. Yet, she distinctly remembered seeing a horrific, jagged, twisting scar running from his collarbone down to his shoulder blade. It looked like a wound from a violent blast, the kind of injury that should have left a man crippled, though he carried it like armor.

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.

She turned back to him with a steady smile. “See? Nothing’s there.” He looked at her with a confused expression, nodding slowly. “I feel like I’m losing it.” “Then lean on me,” she said softly. “I’m here.” He almost believed her. Almost. As he turned back toward the bathroom, she caught sight of scars on his arm. Thin, dark lines marring his skin. “Jace, what happened to you?” He pulled away. “It’s nothing. Probably a reaction. Give me a moment; I’ll be done soon.”

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.

"What is all this? why is this boy's face bruised and his neck is covered in scars as if someone tried to strangle him?." With every passing second, he observed the boy. Eventually, he noticed Jun's sleeves had slipped up a bit in his sleep clearing showing marks on his wrists too. Yeon gasped, He wasn't that much of a dumb to not understand what type of scars were they. Yeon felt his heart clench as he looked more closely and found that one of those scars laid there was a fresh one. He stared at Jun in worry, "What is going on Jun? Why are you like this?"

She swallowed subconsciously, bent her feet on the sofa, and put her fair skinned hand on his chest. The muscles were strong, and the textures were clear. They were just right for her to like. However, the temperature on his body was slightly cold, and there was a ferocious scar on his left chest, which affected his beauty. She remembered that there were scars on his back and side waist, which were almost fatal everywhere. It was not easy for him to live till now. Thinking of how he got hurt every time, Yuri felt sad. "Does it hurt?" She asked, stroking the scar on his chest.

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."

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”