Star Scars の小説・ストーリー

Mitch responded, "All right, as long as your legs are fine and you're willing to go, you can join us to visit the graves tomorrow morning. You can visit your grandparents' graves and have them bless you for a safe and peaceful life." Stella replied, "Okay." Orla Morrison had been looking at Stella as she was the most beautiful girl in the village; she was even a superstar. Orla then noticed something. "Stella, what's on your neck? Is it an allergic reaction?" The marks on Stella's neck were intentionally left by Lucas last night. Due to the cold weather, Stella had been wearing a scarf. So, no one had noticed the marks all day. But now, with the bonfire nearby, she felt a bit warm and had su

I gently put down the crust I had been nibbling on before turning to focus on Tristan and Theo as they both stared at me. “They sting a little bit and they have started to throb a little, it’s not unbearable. I’ve had worse so compared to that its nothing.” My finger gingerly went to the scar that curved across my face, clearing my throat I picked up the crust and finished the last of my sandwich.

I said as she relaxed in my arms and buried her head in my chest. “Shane.” She said. I hummed for her to continue. “I just had a question. Lily’s mark has stars in it to represent the number of children they will have.” I raised my eyebrow as she finished. “And you want to know why yours doesn’t?” I asked. She nodded into my chest trying to hide her bright red cheeks. “Unfortunately due to our station our marks don’t show how many children we will have to protect us against enemies who may want to try and dethrone us.” I said, as I finished Scarlett pulled out of my chest and looked up at me showing the disappointment in her face.

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

I said "We understand. Thanks for forgiving us," Carson said, and they walked away. "Do you believe they are really sorry?" Stacy asked "Not really. They were probably planning something," I replied "Did you see that scar on Carson's neck, and he was limping?" Stacy asked "Yeah, I was wondering about that. Whatever happened must have been recent since he is a werewolf and heals quickly," I replied "Hey, are you two having fun?" Claire asked as she walked over to Stacy and me

I come across a whole section of photos of me with my mom. There is this photo where me and Justin are pretending to be chefs and my mom is pretending to eat some fake thingy we found . I chuckle and check out another photo . This is the photo when my mom and i went to carnival after my dad hit her for the first time . She took me there to divert me from this chaos and to make me happy. You can see the scar on her head if you zoom . I scroll next and this one is of me and my mom wearing colored wigs with gigantic goggles and dancing . I laugh with tears escaping my glossy eyes. I scroll next and my phone rings . It's a video call from Justin's parents . I wipe my eyes and pick up the phone s

"No way! I saw her sell her kidneys. She still has the scar. Your skills must be off. Get someone else." The doctor slammed the chart down on the desk, his anger barely contained behind his mask. "I've been a doctor for 50 years. I can tell a missing kidney by touch," he said. "I'd stake my career on it. The patient has both kidneys. That scar you mentioned? Just from an appendectomy. If you don't believe me, I can run tests right now." His words hit like a hammer. Andre eyed Natalie suspiciously, but before he could speak, she turned pale, grabbing his hand. "This hospital is messed up. I want a transfer."

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”