Alex The Terrible Face Scar Mga Nobela at Kwento

And when I'm about to make a comment about how rare the things I'm looking at are, two men walk down from the stairs and they gaze at me. Immediately, I can already tell who Alpha Cult is. "Judging by the new scar on the right side of his face and the old scar on the left side of his face. He looks like an handsome, scar-devil." I have heard several descriptions from my sister about what he looks like. But, what I am seeing right now is no comparison to what Fey told me. He has a very strong jawline, chiseled looks, furrow brows and muscular build. I'll leave you both. Alex says.

"I never went to my grandpa again to ask for anything." "Was— was the cut on your forehead the scar from back then?" The traffic light was red. Even though the street was quiet, Alex still stopped the car. "Can-- can I see it? Um, I didn't mean to touch it, but—" "Just touch it." "Pardon?" "You can touch it, Elisha." Alex lowered his head. Elisha's hands were shaking slightly. She brushed Alex's hair carefully, then touched his scar gently. Alex is not someone who likes to be touched. His horrible experience since childhood unknowingly traumatized him.

“They’ll kill us without a second thought, we shouldn’t let them get away either.” Malric nodded, “He’s right,” he concurred, his smoked-gold eyes suddenly peered at me, “Are you alright?” I nodded, “I’m good.” I hesitated to ask, but I couldn’t help it when I saw a bloody scar on his left arm. “What about you?” He shrugged, “It’s just a scar. Nothing that can’t heal in a couple of hours.” Miguel suddenly chuckled and asked me, “Do you two know each other?” he asked suddenly and my heart froze. “You speak like you’ve met Alpha Malric before, Alruin.”

Feeling the warmth of her uncle who wore a thick beard and large scar on the left side of his face, his eyes soften and he stoke her back. “There, there my love. There, there. I’m here.” His voice sounds rough and gritty. His eyebrow has slashes with blood splattered on certain area. His clothes were shredded and claw marks covers his arm. Soon after, a few more survivor step out from their hiding place and Eve gave a sigh of relief. She wasn’t alone after all.

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

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.

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

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

I covered my mouth in fear and shook my head no to moving any closer “ it’s not what you think!” Alex yelled, holding his hands up in surrender. Still not moving he sighs and runs down the hallway towards me. “ It was his first time shifting back from wolf form and he had an injury on his right side. He lost a lot of blood but the only thing he keeps saying is your name. Now I don’t know how he knows you and I was hoping you could clear that up for me. Maybe you can recognize him. He's in pretty bad shape though so please don’t freak out” the words coming out of his mouth pounded into my brain as I tried to understand what was going on. Still confused I just nod and take his bloody hand into