Romans & histoires Legoshi Scars

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.

The point was—on that flawless jade-like back was a long, ghastly scar running across it! Raina couldn’t help but gasp. The scar extended from his left shoulder diagonally down his back, nearly spanning its full length. Though it had healed and was clearly an old wound, it still twisted grotesquely across his skin, making one wonder just how severe the injury had been to leave such a mark behind. Just then, Leif said, “Did I scare you?” Raina snapped out of her daze and realized she had been silently staring at his back for quite a while. He had probably misunderstood, thinking the scar had frightened her.

He replied, short and to the point. I hated how my eyes stayed glued to his body when he tugged his shirt off, showing off the rippled sculpture of his muscles. Scars littered his skin, proof of his fight to rise to the top. I wondered how he earned some of them, particularly the scar that spread from his left peck to his hip line in a clean diagonal.

I admitted. Lamia scooted sideways and propped her legs up over mine. The shorts she was wearing rode up and I could see the deep scars from her first fight with a rogue bear. It seemed like that was the beginning of everything. “I have a scar like that too.” And lifted up the leg of my shorts to show her the marred skin where the Lion had left his claw marks on me that last day in the arena.

How could she be so similar to Kiara yet so different? Jonas, who had been simmering with irritation, abruptly stood up, his hand clamped around Lisa’s arm and tugging. He muttered something about not feeling well and needing to leave. I had no choice but to nod in approval. But just as Jonas was about to whisk Lisa away, I caught sight of a familiar scar on the back of Lisa’s neck. It was identical to Kiara’s, a memento from a horseback riding incident. Kiara had fallen off her horse when she was sixteen, and the saddle had cut her skin. I had kissed that scar many times, tracing it with my tongue. It was a part of her, a part of us.

His hand under my grip shook forcefully, tempting to burst through. My grip tightened. But smiling, I let go, not today, not this way.Stepping back, I pulled my shirt over my head. The scars and marks across my ribs were still healing...but still very much evident, plastered all the way to my back. Lev’s eyes darkened. “You said that there were no casualties.” "Yes, there were no casualties, I didn’t die, just a few scars, they will heal.” He stared at me like I was a stranger.

At such a young age, he seemed to have a lot on his mind, and it was showing physically on him. As I massaged lower, I noticed a faint scar on his lower back. I frowned because Theo doesn’t have scars on his body. Despite his intense training, he usually doesn’t have scars, and if he does, they are usually not visible. But this one was visible, and for some reason, I was curious and couldn’t stop myself from asking. “This… scar… how did you get it…” I asked, my voice trembling with fear as I trailed my finger on the scar.

Leila cuddled against David in bed. He was kissing her all over her body. She held his hand. She saw a fresh scar on his wrist. "What happened to you here?" She tapped at the scar. David sighed. He stared at the scar on his wrist. It had been there for a while now. Was she just noticing it? "I deliberately tore my skin with a sharp object." Leila's eyes widened. Why would he do that to himself? She cringed. "Why?"

He hit the notch at full stride, pushed off with his left hand for balance — a brief, automatic contact, three fingers and a palm pressed against the log's flat surface as he cleared it — and when he came down on the other side his sleeve rode up. Lily saw it in the next instant. The scar. It ran the length of his left hand, from the base of the little finger along the outside of the palm to the wrist, and it was not new — that was the thing she registered first, not the shape of it but the age of it, the way old scars silvered and flattened and became part of the topography of skin in a way that recent scars hadn't yet. This was years old. This was something that had happened a long time ag

He said breathing heavily. I felt Lisette let my hair go and I slid down off of her lap and onto the floor, trying to get away from the crazy bitch. I didn't look up at Vasilios, but I did spare a glance at the new scratch wounds all over his calves. I almost gasped when I saw how deep and jagged they were. I raised my head up to see thin lines of blood running down from what appeared to be three claw marks starting from the right side of his chest and ending at the left side of his waist. There were other claw marks on his arms and neck, but somehow his face was untouched. My mind couldn't make sense of anything anymore. How the hell was he still alive?