Alex Terrible Scar On Face Novels & Stories

His lips twist in a cruel grin right before he swings his arms and slashes my face. “Now, no one will ever be able to look at you because you’re disfigured and ugly. It will always be a reminder of my hate for you.” He leaves without remorse or a backward glance. His friends leave with him too. The moment they’re out of the door, I let my first tear fall. My cheek throbs from the cut, which I’m sure is deep. Alec’s right. Given that I haven’t shifted yet, my scars will forever remain with me. Not just the one on my face, but also the ones on my body.

Zev’s POV The whip slices me open and a warm trickle of blood cuts a path down my half healed back. The shackles hold me tight to the large, hard wood pole. My arms don’t reach around the huge parameter of the tree so chains stretch the distance between my wrists. My nails have been ripped from my fingers, left behind in the wood where I claw at it in agony. Three days I have been held captive by the Alpha know as Scarface. His name an apt depiction of the huge, gnarly scar the runs the length of his face. Blind in one eye with the colour gone from his iris. A blank, sightless orb lies in his face like the moon in the dark night sky.

His toned body made her blush and when he noticed, he immediately grabbed a shirt lying around and wore it. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” “I-It’s okay. Come here.” She started dabbing on his bruises and cleaning them while his face remained stoic. “Tell me if that hurts, okay?” Axel is absentmindedly staring at her face up close. He’s studying her features, noticing the faint scars on her face and even the differences in her eyebrows and eye shapes. This was the first time he was looking at her in this close proximity, and he was loving it. He wished for moments like this.

The moment my fingers lightly touched his shoulder, he jerked awake, his body tensing in defense. I smiled softly at him, but my expression froze the second I noticed something terribly wrong with his face and eyes. There was a full-on, angry red scar running across his skin, cutting right over his left eye. "What happened?" I whispered, my hand instinctively lifting toward his face. Tate turned his head away slightly, his brow furrowing as his hand hovered uselessly over his own cheek. "Elsie?" he asked, as if trying to confirm to himself that it was actually me sitting there.

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.

“Show me the scar. Show me it wasn’t all a dream.” Swallowing thickly, Alec nodded. His eyes never left mine as he slowly unlaced the front of his shirt and drew it over his head in one smooth motion. My eyes raked over the planes of his broad chest and abs, both familiar and strange at the same time. “Turn around,” I urged. He did as I asked, pivoting so that I could see his back. A large scar marred the surface of his skin. Biting my lip, I reached forward and brushed the tips of my fingers across its raised surface. Alec drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t move.

His hands had roamed like a man starved, and she hadn’t been gentle either; she'd needed to feel, to escape, to lose herself in something real. They'd kissed like they were trying to erase moments of pain, collapsing into each other over and over, chasing something neither of them could name. And now, the morning after. She turned her head slightly, just enough to study him in the filtered light. Alex lay beside her, dark lashes casting shadows across his cheekbones, the hard angles of his face softened in sleep. A faint scar carved a line just above his left brow; she’d never noticed it before. It suited him, the imperfection somehow making him more real. His chest was bare, the curve of hi

Axel’s heart leaped, and his body relaxed. There was no need for further questions—she was Alexia. “Is there a problem?” Mr. Marco asked, and Axel smiled. “She is Alexia… Alexia had that letter marked in school. She was involved in a small fight with a girl, and the girl shoved her back into a nail. When we rushed her to the hospital, the doctor said the only way to heal the wound was surgery. The scar that remained looked like a letter ‘A.’ We always teased her about it, calling it an ‘unfortunate A tattoo’ somewhere she couldn’t see it herself.

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.

It is the first one sense that awful day that has reminded me that there are humans in this world that care. "Thank you so much," I choke out as I grab the soft plush towel and bring it to my nose and inhale. I look up at Emma as she tucks her hair behind her ear to show off a huge ugly scar. There are 3 jagged lines running parallel to each other going from her forehead all the way down to her jaw. They are raised and harsh and looked like the remains of claw marks from a bear or something. I try not to gawke openly as it must be a sensitive subject for her.