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Scar asked as he caressed his face with his index finger. "I'm going to make you feel the pain that she feels, after all, it's only fair," Scar spoke, not noticing that Vice had joined him and Jax. Grabbing a scalpel from the table beside the curled up man, Scar grabbed the mans face in a harsh grasp and began cutting intricate designs into his face. The blood trickled down his face as he tried to scream, though, no sound came out. Scar wanted to make the man suffer, he wanted to rip him into pieces, send him to the depths of hell. Moving the scalpel, Scar placed the blade into Myers' mouth and began cutting again. The man tried to cough as metallic liquid filled his mouth but Scar clamped h

Smoke curled in the air around him like a devil's whisper. He was dressed in all black. Shirt folded up to his elbows. His posture-relaxed yet terrifyingly firm. He looked... dangerous. Lethal. Unrecognizable. His face was rough, tough. And Ugly. The left side of his face bore a gruesome scar-ugly, uneven, raw. No his left side of the face his totally destroyed. Like someone had taken a rod and beaten that part till flesh split and refused to heal. It stretched from his head, down past his cheekbone, to the edge of his jaw.

I watched him grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head. My heart hammered frantically against my rib cage. There...Across the broad planes of his back were large, deep scars. How on earth did he manage to get marks like that? Scars like that could only have been made from a wolf attack. An ugly feeling settled in my stomach. “Evelyn?” Alexander called out. I cursed under my breath. “Y-Yeah, it’s me,” I said weakly. He tilted his head, offering me a slight smile. “What are you doing here?”

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. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

To only move up those thin fingers, to hold the mask and take it off. A smooth face comes in vision.No way like the rugged face that everyone presumed. A small button nose, thin lips and big doe like eyes. That have seen too much to remain innocent and alive. The person looked beautiful. With face flawless and untouched. Except for that Scar. That runs down from the corner of her eye to half of her cheek. A reminder of struggles and survival. A token of her undefeated will. Her. Yes, that was her true self which no one knows and nor could they even guess.

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

He didn't stop until Amari was satisfied. "Be honest with me, do you think the scars across my face will be permanent?" Amari asked after fully facing her mate. Alexander didn't mean to make a face; it just happened. "You're a piece of shit," Amari growled. "I look to you for reassurance, and you're making faces." "I'm sorry, it's just... he got you good. And there's a chance it may remain after it's healed, but if it does, I'm sure the scars will be faint. If it's any consolation, you look like a badass."

Tears burned the backs of my eyes and I pressed harder against my mouth. Xavier fought like something out of a nightmare. He threw one man through my dresser. Slammed another’s head into the wall so hard the plaster cracked. But there were three of them and only one of him. The largest one produced a syringe. He had a scar running down one side of his face, making him look scarier than the rest. Xavier saw it and his eyes went wide. He fought harder, more desperately, but they had him pinned. “Alpha’s orders,” Scar-face said as he jammed the needle into Xavier’s neck.

Each of them had so many stories they needed to share this time. "It's not that bad. There is a doctor who treats all my wounds. Mr. Wilder not only beat me, he treated me well." "Look at your cheeks." Lexie almost cried when her hand touched Kaella's cheek which had a scar in the shape of a cross line. "He made your face disfigured." “Tsk, it's not that bad. Really I'm fine with this scar. Instead I feel that my face looks even more attractive with this scar.”

He got interrupted by a tug on his arm. My breath got stuck in my throat for a fraction of a second as soon as the giant figure appeared in front of me, making me look like an ant. "Yes?" The Scar face asked while hovering over me. Actually he didn't hover over me but he was too tall so I had to crook my neck fully up to see him. I've never seen such a tall guy in my whole life. This is called extraordinary tall. "Why did you send your men to my boutique?" I asked and he kept looking down at me with his blank eyes. He is always like this. Emotionless, maybe because he is heartless.