Alex Terrible Scar On Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had the fortune of never being in my great uncle’s way, but I had a feeling it would be much worse than the way my parents punished me. He reminded me of a snake. He could start strangling you before you even realized what he was doing. He has a little thin mustache to add to match his scary face. I’m not sure if it's always been scary or if it became scary once he got scratched by a werewolf across his face. One eye was hurt during the attack and is now white, like a milky eye. There’s a scar through his eyebrow; his cheek and part of his ear got torn off. It’s a reminder of what werewolves are capable of.

Even though that didn’t spare her of the torture awaiting her. I kneeled beside her, and took her features in, ignoring the faint thump, thump, thump of my heart. A big scar covered one side of her face, and extended to her neck. From the way it spread, our little frail stray seemed to have gotten into a fire accident. She looked clumsy to say the least. I wouldn’t take it from her to get into a fire even if she could avoid it. Wavy blonde hair that poured like a mane. Pointy nose. And her lips were distinctly outlined. Dax, my wolf purred deeply impressed by her.

I had the fortune of never being in my great uncle’s way, but I had a feeling it would be much worse than the way my parents punished me. He reminded me of a snake. He could start strangling you before you even realized what he was doing. He has a little thin mustache to add to match his scary face. I’m not sure if it's always been scary or if it became scary once he got scratched by a werewolf across his face. One eye was hurt during the attack and is now white, like a milky eye. There’s a scar through his eyebrow; his cheek and part of his ear got torn off. It’s a reminder of what werewolves are capable of.

For a moment, they were caught up in the fight, their fear of the rogue Alpha forgotten. Aria’s eyes never left Kiernan. Every move he made, every dodge, every strike, she watched with a mix of fear and admiration. "He’s holding his own," she thought, her heart swelling with pride. "He’s really doing it." But then, in a sudden move, Kiernan ducked low, his body twisting like a snake, and he lashed out with his claws, aiming for Caden’s face. His claws made contact, slashing across Caden’s cheek, leaving three deep marks. Blood instantly welled up, dripping down Caden’s face.

"I'm sorry to interrupt...but is this seat taken?" Linessa looked beside her at the empty seat and then at the alpha who held onto the back of it. "No, nobody was sitting there." "Good." He pulled the seat back, the scar on his neck glinting beneath the blue light. Unlike Clive's, his scar was big and noticeable; a line drawn across more than half of his neck. "I'll take it." As he sat down, Linessa took a sip of her whiskey. Two fishes latching onto one bait at the same time...would she lose both or would one let go?

Bennett “Seriously?” I ask with feigned surprise. “Seriously. And it’s pretty big.” He emphasizes the size of his scar. “And, can I see it?” It’s not a strange request. The truth is, maybe. I said maybe, if seeing his scar makes me think my marks are inferior and maybe changes something inside me. “Of course.” Alex seems proud of his mark as he promptly lifts his shirt to reveal a straight scar that goes from his chest down to a tiny part of his abdomen. “My mom told me it’s here to remind me of life.”

“Ladies, this is the Alpha of Tri-Moon and my son, Gunner” The Alpha. She is Mated to the Alpha. That means this is her Mate. He stood tall and strong. His white button-down shirt sat untucked and crumpled over his large muscular chest. His dark blonde hair was scruffy and a little long, coming down close to his shoulders. As I gazed over his handsome young face, I saw the remnants of a scar leading towards his ear. The skin was healed but had left behind what looked like a burn mark. His ear itself was missing the top section. A dark pink and jagged semi circle remained where the piece of flesh had been ripped from. A battle wound perhaps.

When I reached for his hand, however, he drew it back as if he was afraid of my touch or of touching me with the bare skin of his palm, and I paced after him onto the dance floor, trying not to think of the last time that I was here, instead only of the piano, the sexy incubus pressing his body against mine, and the scar raised on his shoulder… Hold up, the scar…? My brows furrowed, as I traced the heightsy white line with my thumb. Jeremy flinched. I thought that werewolves healed from everything apart from heights? What had caused him to scar like this? I followed the line all the way down his shoulder blade. My frown deepened. If we were in medieval times, I’d have guessed he’d been sever

Rather than feeling the pain from a strong thud colliding with my head and back, I felt warm hand wrap around my waist expertly and another around my shoulders I was pulling back uncomfortably. Just then I opened my eyes, and I almost screamed when Alexander's face was leaning too close towards me, too close I that I couldn't even continue to breathe. Our faces were only two inches apart from each other. His brows were thick, his nose tall and boldly shaped, his lips so plump, and I noticed he even had scars from claw marks on his right cheek, as if someone had attempted to tear off his head but didn't get close enough to do so. My brows furrowed just looking at it. I felt a tug in my heart

He rolls his head back, his face now fully basking in the light. A scar travels from the bottom of his left eye, dragging down and into his skin through his cheek and the bottom part of his nose. His sunken skin goes through his mouth, and parts of his lips are missing, adding to his mangled appearance.