Alex Terrible Scar On Face Novels & Stories

Unsure as to if I should speak or not. “You think I did not try?” His hooded face looks up towards me. Lifting his hand up he pulled his hood from his face, revealing himself to me for the first time since we met. I gasped in surprise. A grotesque scar stretched across his entire face, from hair line, right down slashing through his nose and down his neck, disappearing under his cloaked body. “Alexander did this to you?”

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 yelled as his eyes glow red to cover totally his dark eye. "I TOLD YOU THERE WON'T BE LAST WARNING!" his agitation increased and scars dominated his face. while Alex was still staring, his claws lengthened snappily. I only felt the flashy air as Alex got pulled up. But before I knew what was happening, he had hurled him against the wall and had a hole in his chest. "I'm sorry... A-A-Alex is gone..."

" His voice was the same as before. "Umm. Su... Sure, I will.." She replied, stammering slightly... Feeling very uncomfortable. "Fine then.." Again he paused and then suddenly turned the chair to face her. Victoria was definitely not ready for what came into her view. "Aah!" An unwanted little scream came out of her mouth and she pushed back the chair in fear, eyes wide open. She never expected this. His face was full of wrinkles like it has been burned badly! And not only this, one-third of his face has got a very big scar, starting from the edge of the forehead till an inch lower than his cheekbone.

So I might consider that he's afraid to be served in a silver platter—poor soul. I sat straight spine errect, and my evil eyes are looking at his broad shoulder down to his shoulder blade that has a muscle at the right place. Damn! Then I noticed the visible scar on the left side of his hip, which was five inches long. How did he get that? His body is flawless before, no scar at all and now? Does encountered an accident? “Why? Do you need anything? Why did you not wake me up?” Alejandro’s eyes narrowed. Now, he is in front of the pan and making a loud noise, he seemed annoyed. I felt sad over the poor spatula.

She supported her head and secretly looked at him, “myfaceisalsopainful, Is my face disfigured? So you won't see my face later." He turned around with a great anger. He seemed to swallow her, "Don’tsay something nonsense." He had seen the attending doctor before he came. The doctor said that although the wound was very long, it was not deep. Soitwouldnotleavea scar. Andasforthelightconcussion, itneedstoobservefor 24 hours. "But you aren’twillingto look at me, whichexactlyshowsthat I'm disfigured?" Alicesaidcrying.

I pry, leaning back in his chair as he looks around the room with a smirk on his face. "There goes the nosy girl I found in my office that day," he says. I gaze into his eyes, my eyes freezing on the scar he has on his face. For the first time, I noticed a tattoo on his neck that seemed trail. His sleeked-back hair was slightly messier also. Alex did take some similarities from his father such as his lips, along with the danger that just seemed to crawl out of his cold hard eyes.

He grunted, pressing the blade against my skin; pain shot through me like hot acid as he held the silver against me—the smell of burning flesh filling the car. "Tell them you're fine, or I will give you a matching scar!" He grinned, eyeing me dangerously; my gaze fell on his once handsome face that now sported a scar from his eyebrow through to his right eye and down to his lip, courtesy of Alec. Luke's eye under the scar, a glossed-over grey, sparkled at me. I knew it was useless, but that didn't seem to slow the bastard down. Or teach him a lesson in what happened when he fucked with me!

‎ ‎One was right on my cheekbone, and if it had been any higher, it could’ve affected my eye. ‎ ‎Alexander gently touched my face ,trying to comfort me. "It’s fine. There won’t be any scars." he said. ‎ ‎He promised to find the most effective scar treatment and equipment for me. ‎ ‎I seemed calm, almost indifferent, ‎It wasn’t that I didn’t care about my appearance, but I knew I wasn’t prone to scarring. ‎ ‎Once the scabs fell off, the new skin would be a little softer and paler than the surrounding skin, but it could easily be covered with foundation and concealer.

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?”