Star Scars の小説・ストーリー

The pan caught fire, and the sparks flew all about and were about to burn Rina. My mother pushed Rina out of the way the moment she saw what happened, and a part of her arm ended up getting burned in the process. It healed eventually, but left a horrible scar. Rina cried sadly over it. She touched the scar on my mother's arm and could not stop crying from the guilt she felt. My mother comforted her, "The scar doesn't look that bad. It looks just like a star. It’s probably a sign that you're our family's lucky star."

On the contrary, it might have made me trust him a little more. Dr. Frankler nodded and turned back to Maverick. She pulled down the neck of her shirt, stretching the knit material over her shoulder and exposing a section of her back. A series of odd scars swirled along her shoulder blade in various shades that were darker than her skin color. They made me think of flames. "Maverick, what does this tell you?" she asked. Maverick's eyes widened. "No way! Is that ...?" "Of course, it is," she said. "Do you know anyone else with this mark?"

I can’t help but ask, as the marks that seemed to be welted on her skin were so visible, and too severe to be ignored. Scar turned to look down at her body before looking right back at me. “Maybe you should worry about yours first,” she says, her hand motioning towards my body. My brows creased tighter. What was she talking about? I thought when I drop my gaze down my stomach and thighs, I let out a gasp. Shocked, I couldn’t move or say anything until Scar broke her silence. “Those are infidelity marks,” she says, and I look up, blinking at her. “They occur when your mate is being unfaithful. More will appear in the future,”

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

Star was shocked and concerned by this arrangement. “I see.” She turned away and allowed Amanda to finish up. Star looked at the bandages covering her body in the mirror, she knew the wounds which lie beneath would result in permanent scars, but it became a reminder, a reminder of why she was doing it. Star’s eyes fluttered closed, in the darkness of her mind’s eye she could see them; her father’s proud smile, Noah’s serious eyes, Joseph’s mischievous smirk, and somewhere deep down she could still see her mother laughing.

The scar. “Look,” I pointed to the place with a long mark on it. There was no need to see it to confirm it. I could feel its embedment into my pale skin. It was imprinted into my skin like a tattoo. “What is that?” Hannah gasped, running her hands silently over my scar. “My dad used a cane on me and struck my back so hard. It was painful.” “It looks very painful Stella," Hannah agreed sympathetically. And then she was angry.. “Why did he do this to you?”

"The perfect successor to Project Lazarus." The kitchen tiles were icy under my bare feet as I stood. "You're lying." "Am I?" Saskia set Mara on the counter, the child's legs swinging nervously. "Check her left shoulder blade." The girl's sundress slipped easily off one shoulder. There, in faint silver scars: *D-45*. Just like mine. Jeff's breath hitched. His hand found the small of my back, steadying me as the room tilted. Mara's tiny fingers brushed my cheek. "Mama?"

~Abella I sit in front of the fire, staring at his wrist. The scars are silvery, precise lines leading up to a point in the centre, the deepest crimson red lingering in a circle under his skin. When I look down at my mark, my flesh almost completely torn to shreds, I can’t imagine how it will eventually form this very specific mark. I can’t imagine even sharing a mark with Noah in the first place.

she said moving to another chair. "What stare?" He asked blinking innocently. "The type that make most people uncomfortable" she replied. "I wish it works on you" he murmured crossing his legs on the table. "Well there nothing we can do about that" she shrugged. "And remove those legs from my table"she hissed. " and the twins?"he asked turning to them. "It doesn't work" Anna said rolling her eyes. "Because you are our brother" Ara added "I feel so blessed" he replied, touching his heart for emphasis.