Alex The Terrible Face Scar Novels & Stories

There’s also some maniacal and evil laugh from the background. When the video had finally brightened, he let out a loud curse and Malcolm immediately grabbed his phone. Alex’s battered face was shown. One of her eyes already bruised and closed. Blood is all over her face, dripping down her neck. Her hands are bounded above her and she seemed to be naked. She was breathing heavily and moments later, a loud scream emitted from her mouth as she shook while being electrocuted from behind. “Son of a b1tch!”

Damian asked Alex looked at him "Seriously?" That was definitely what it felt like. Alex moved closer. He pulled the neck of her camisole and there was a scar. More like a skin burn. Or more like hot metal pressed on the skin. It was a crescent with a cross underneath it. He touched it and moved back. What was that? "I know who she is" Alex said, moving back. "Obviously. She's your friend!" Damian screamed at him, already scared of what was going to happen to her.

Rather than feeling the pain from a strong thud colliding with my head and back, I felt warm hand wrap around my waist expertly and another around my shoulders I was pulling back uncomfortably. Just then I opened my eyes, and I almost screamed when Alexander's face was leaning too close towards me, too close I that I couldn't even continue to breathe. Our faces were only two inches apart from each other. His brows were thick, his nose tall and boldly shaped, his lips so plump, and I noticed he even had scars from claw marks on his right cheek, as if someone had attempted to tear off his head but didn't get close enough to do so. My brows furrowed just looking at it. I felt a tug in my heart

Or at least just this once. The sun was fully gone, and my heart started racing again. If I look down, I’ll be able to see my reflection already. But disappointment slowly fill me seeing my scarred face looking back at me, a hint of dismay and fear was written all over my face. And when I glanced back to see Alpha Killian, I was surprised to see him in front of me. His eyes were flaming in red, and in a blink of an eye, he was holding my neck and slowly lifting me.

She always told me that my room smelt cheap and she was afraid that if she stayed there for too long, she was going to start morphing into a lowly omega like me. “Okay.” I managed to reply to her. I looked down at all of the scars I had incurred from yesterday when Beck and her friends had beaten me. Alex was angry, and he said that I was rude to accept his rejection so fast so he made Beck and the others beat me. They managed to not hit my face because Alex was afraid that the lycan king would ship me back after he saw my ugly face marred with scars.

Even so, the fire in Alexander's heart had not diminished at all. His gaze suddenly caught sight of a small pair of scissors next to the embroidery cloth. Without a second thought, he picked it up and made several strokes on Elena's face. By the time he had regained his senses enough to see the bright red blood, Elena's face had already been slashed several times by him, blood flowing from the wounds, covering her entire face. "I'll ruin your face today, let's see how you'll face people in the future." Thinking that this method could cause Elena pain, Alexander swung the scissors and made a few more strokes, distorting Elena's face beyond recognition.

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?”

The man chuckled as the injured man tried to stand steady and still while he saw him ascending from the chair and turned around. The fire spread light on one side of his face as his face spoke that he was the monster itself. The was a large scar on his left eyes which he didn’t try to hide for even a bit. The scar was started from his scalp and ended near his eyebrows as it looked so deep and prominent that it became prominent all over his face. He could hide that scare with the hairs or something else but he preferred not to. This was the scar who helped him being a monster as his face was the first thing he used to see in the morning and that glimpse early in the morning was enough to make

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.

, Anna heard a voice saying and she wondered who it was coming from. She heard a switch somewhere and the room was lit and she Gould see the faces. She did not need to be told who Scarface was as she could see it on his face. The scar on his face ran from his forehead down to his neck and she wondered who had left such a nasty mark. The rest of his face wasn't in good shape either. He had burns on his skin as if he had been in a fire. It was an ugly mess. His mouth was twisted to the side. She couldn't even bare looking at him, he sure looked scary.