Alex The Terrible Face Scar Novels & Stories

Alex was stunned by what he saw - the mark of a large scar defacing the left side of this young man’s face. Delmar laid his hair back over his horrific battle scar. “You understand, Alex? This is not the place you want to find yourself lost and alone.” “That’s what I’m trying to say!” Alex responded. “I don’t wanna be lost! I’m trying to find my way out!” Delmar’s eyes suddenly showed a sign of concern, and even pity, as he slowly shook his head. “There is no way out.” Alex’s blood ran cold, even in the soothing warmth of the spring air. “What do you mean?”

They had to be mindful of being appropriate. "Alex, I'm only here today because you invited me. God knows if Sebastian is going to cut me some slack. I mean, you know better than I do just how merciless that guy is. I am more than happy to make peace with the man, I just don't know if he feels the same!" The man who spoke had a scar across his face and looked to be in his thirties. Despite his vicious looks, the woman seated next to him was an enchanting beauty.

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.”

Alex jumped over the sleeping body and slugged into the bathroom. He washed his face then looked in the mirror, almost scaring himself in the process. He was a mess and thank god it was the weekend or else he'd have to go to school looking like something out of a horror movie. Alex ran a hand through his messy hair that desperately needed washing. He continuously stared at his messy face in awe of how he could look so beaten up. He had dark circles under his sunken eyes and his lips were so dry that they began to chap. He was both pale yet flustered and let's not even talk about his hair.

It tore a bit of the muscle layer that Harper thought was as hard as steel. "Not a problem. It's good to see you again, Harper." "I don't," Harper replied flatly. In fact, she was not happy to see Alex in this state. She prefers to see Alex in a suit and looking dashing while carrying a black briefcase that has always been Alex's trademark. Now... Alex looked pathetic. His face was pale and gaunt. Some sideburns grow around his jawline which is usually always slippery. Alex is far from perfect. "I hope you will be fine after that incident."

I stared harder at the tiny screen as I noticed a deep scar running from his stomach to his right pec. "Where did you get that scar?" I asked, instantly regretting it. "Prison," he simply said, and I nodded. "Now your turn," his expression was mischievous, and I took a deep breath. I definitely wasn't ready for this, but I didn't want Alex to think I was some kind of loser. "Um," I muttered, my heart pounding in my chest. I watched Alex's face, but I couldn't gauge what he was thinking, and fear gripped me. He must have thought I was pathetic.

“No! Please! Please! Noooo! HELP!” One of them holds her face to stay still, while the other cuts her face with razor blades. Making sure that every deep incision leaves a scar that will never disappear. Alex then walked towards Dio who had been crying, shaking in his chair. He even wet the floor with his own urine. Alex looked at him with disgust.

I lie in a voice husky with emotion. He reaches out and touches my wrist. “I’m okay, Alexei. It hit the bone, but nothing is broken. It bleeds a lot because it’s a face wound. You know that.” I pull my hand away. I can’t handle his comfort right now. Not when I’m the reason he’s bleeding. “Hold still,” I say roughly. I press the cloth to his cheek. He winces, his breath hissing through his teeth. I wipe away the blood. The cut is jagged, an inch long, right across the high point of his cheekbone. It will scar. He will wear this forever. It could have hit his eye and blinded him.

Jack walked over to the bed and she followed slowly. Up close, she could see the younger version of Jack. Alexander was drop dead gorgeous, he was beautiful in fact. Long eyelashes caressed the lids, a long, pointed nose and small, full lips. No doubt he would be the center of attention of women. " Uh... Alex is... a bit sick, just so you know " He said quietly, looking uneasy. " Sick? How do you mean? " She probed. " Uh... He was involved in a big, terrible accident 3 years back and had not been himself since then ".

"Are you sure?" "Yes! I can scent him!" Mila quickly straightened her mask and picked up her drink, acting as if nothing was out of place. Alex slowed and lifted his golden mask from his face, and a knot formed in my stomach. "F*ck, he's beautiful," I internally whispered. Alex hasn't changed much in appearance. His hair was still short and neatly combed, but he had lost his sweet boy face. His face now looked like he was constantly in pain, his gray, stormy eyes looked colder, and his body had gained a lot more muscle volume.