Alex Terrible Scar On Face Novels & Stories

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.

Honestly, I’m still inclined to hunt that fucker down and put him down like the rabid animal he is. Thankfully, Alex survived, even if he’ll forever have a scar on his otherwise pristine chest. I haven’t seen it yet. His torso had been wrapped in layers of gauze and sterile bandages, but I saw the four jagged slashes in the blood that started to seep through.

"Alex had been there for me, he made us go hunting to cheer me up and we had ended up being attacked by rogues. It's how he'd gotten the scar on his face. I had been too emotionally drained to want to fight but Alex had stayed and protected me, and they had all pounced on him. We were still very young then, we hadn't even begun shifting, we would've both died if we hadn't been found by some other members of our pack." His voice held so much pain as he spoke. "He would kill to protect me, Alena. That is the Alex I know, that is the Alex that is my best friend." And he shook his head. "I don't know where he went to and who this monster is." His voice broke at the end. "The Alex who got scarred

The kiss felt wild, yet electric, unlike Lucian's which felt like a tale unfolding from the pages of a novel. Alexa blinked, snapping back to reality with a faint blush adorning her cheeks. She glances around before settling them on the sheriff realizing that her fantasy had taken her miles away from the mundane routine of daily life. "What happened to my son?, who the hell did that to his face?," She winced her brows remembering the extent of the damage to Ethan's face caused by Lucifer. The boy's once feminine attractive face was adorned with a tapestry of bruises, the aftermath of a struggle yet untouched by time. Shadows of blue, purple, and hints of yellow painted an intricate portrait

Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

Aurora “What an unpleasant surprise, Alpha Jaxon,” Ricky opened his mouth as he approached the border, slowly taking off his glasses. That was when I finally got a proper look at his face and immediately noticed the large scar running along the side of his eye. It wasn't some small injury that had faded with time. It was deep, ugly, and looked more like the mark left behind by a blade than a fist. The kind of scar that permanently altered someone's face. For a moment I found myself staring at it, wondering who had managed to leave something like that behind before Daniel casually answered the question I hadn't even asked yet.

everything was completely different from what he had seen previously. Her skin was covered in scars. Dark red marks scattered along the area where her face used to be. The most prominent scars were at her cheekbones. Tyler couldn't understand what kind of torture she had endured since she had become a vampire. As he observed her more closely, he noticed several other burns on her neck and chest. They were also quite painful. He wondered how far she had been burned.

As he promised, William met Alex in his room. The two of them just stared at each other, reluctant to start the conversation. Alex himself was upset with William because that man ruined his handsome face. Not to be hated, it wast just that his current handsome face has to be decorated with some uncut lividity still in the corner of his upper left cheek.

I murmur. I tear my gaze away and look down. Honestly, I’m not sure how I should feel. I'm confused. I don’t want to offend him, but I don’t know if it’s all right to look at his face. His face... It has severe burn scars. A portion of the right side has irregular fibrous tissues. It seems to have been sliced several times. The cuts go from his forehead down to his right cheek. He doesn't even have an eyebrow there; it’s as if there's no more flesh but only dead skin. I remember him telling me about the acid poured on his face.

Determined to go on with her plans without Valle, she walked to the door, ready to leave. Just as she was about to step outside, the door swung open, and Valle came in. Alexa’s urge to scold him faded when she saw the scar on his forehead. Worry filled her face, and she rushed to him, her voice filled with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?" she asked urgently. Valle stepped back from her, acting colder than usual. "It'll heal, don't worry about it," he replied, brushing her off. Still anxious, Alexa quickly went to get the first aid kit. Even if it was a small cut, she wanted to be careful and avoid infection. When she came back, she reached out to touch his forehead to apply some antis