Alex Terrible Face Scar Novels & Stories

She giggled, placing a hand over her mouth and Serena smiled at her before turning to us. " Maya, what happened to your face? " She asked, trying to touch the scar on my face, but I shifted my face to avoid her. " Alpha Victor gave it to her for being disrespectful. It suits her though, the face of an Omega shouldn't be so spotless and smooth, " she pointed out and I faked a smile, turning to her.

The way a surgeon presses on a bleeding wound on the table. Rex. Flame-scarlet armor. Hair shaved to the skull. An old, ugly scar carved across the back of his head. Passing the VIP tier, his head snaps up and that feral stare rakes over my face, my throat, then buries itself in my nape. His nostrils flare. His muddy yellow eyes narrow. The corner of his mouth hooks into a crude, wolfish angle.

And there was she was, staring herself in the face. He saw different arrays of emotions get expressed on her face, “My scar? I have none and my face, why is it so smooth? I have the prettiest eyes, Xander. It's like a beautiful mix of colours in there.“

I gasped, suddenly remembering something Terra had said. “You hurt your hand rescuing me, didn’t you?” I looked at the hand I hadn’t shaken, and sure enough, it was still bandaged. “Are you alright, I’m so sorry!” “Oh, it’s alright. Already healed now,” Axel smiled. “It’s nothing compared to what you had to go through. Terra said you’re having an experimental surgery to fix the damage?” “Yeah,” I muttered. “I don’t think I can face the world with burns on my face. Props to anyone who is brave enough, but I’m not.”

Her body twisted, legs kicked, anything to make this harder for them. Then she saw him. Scarface. He was sitting across from her, watching with a smirk like she was some kind of amusing little show. His face was rough, marked with years of fights, but the most striking thing was the deep, jagged scar running down his cheek. “You see this?” He gestured lazily at the scar, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Wanna know how I got it? Bet you don’t. But I’ll tell you anyway.” He chuckled at his own words, like this was all some casual conversation over drinks instead of a full-blown kidnapping.

The man smirked as he pulled a chair and sat opposite me. Shit, he looks like the devil himself. He has a long scar across his face, giving him that dangerous look. “I am Alex Wilston,” he spoke, his voice holding authority and it was cold. His dirty blond hair was tossed. His eyes were black, almost like a demon was hiding behind those eyes. This man was truly evil. Something tells me he wasn't afraid to die because he didn't care who he had taken.

After my last four attempts, I spin to face him. He sleeps with a smile on his face. Everything about him seems so regal and at peace. His scar is pressed into the pillow, so for the first time, I can get a good look at what he looked like before his brother tried to kill him. Axel has an angelic bone structure with high strong-looking cheekbones and a strong brow. His nose is in perfect proportion to his face and his stubble is nothing short of sexy.

A voice I haven't heard in a long time said "Ah...your ugly face is still the same as before. Don't you know that plastic surgery is very advanced now?" I replied in a cheerful tone. One corner of his mouth twitched downwards. A long scar ran down Carleon's face from the tip of his left eye brow to his jaw. He looked like the Russian Chucky doll ... That scar was the best work I had done during my time as Volder. So I'm not surprised that He really, really hates me .

he demands. I open my mouth, but close it again when Alexis turns in his chair. He looks very much alive and well. Clean. Dressed in a suit. His scars are more visible now, and I almost don’t recognize him, but I do. There’s something familiar in his face. He looks just as surprised to see me. Dash and the others stare too, equally clean and taken aback. “What is your problem? This is a private dinner!” the Luna snaps. “Is she crazy?” Bryn mocks.

Or perhaps my mind was only playing tricks on me. I released a long, measured breath, forcing my racing heart to steady itself. “No, Mr. Sterling. I don't know him," I replied. “But…” I paused before adding quietly. “He looks so terrifying with that big scar on his face.” Alexander's hand froze halfway to his mouth, the glass of water suspended inches from his lips. “Big scar?” “Yes,” I continued, leaning forward slightly as the memory crystallized. “It cuts through his left eyebrow…” I unconsciously traced the path across my own face, “passed over his eye, and dragged all the way down to his cheekbone.”