Alex The Terrible Face Scar Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes and increased his speed. Slamming the door shut, Alexander walked weakly into the washroom and wiped his face with water. He watched as the water droplets ran across his face. “Damn it! Fuck you!” Alexander cursed as the scars began to spill blood down his face. He grinned and fell to the ground. Master Carl was right after all these years of self-deceit. Once collided with the devil, there was no turning back. Those statements of his echoed in his ears. Alexander bitterly smiled at his reflection and admitted in defeat.

She turned her head slowly, the movement sending a spike of white-hot pain down her spine. Alexander was sitting on a low stool beside her. He looked like a man who had walked through hell and forgotten to come back. His face was a map of bruises, purples and deep yellows, and a jagged butterfly bandage held a cut closed above his left eyebrow. His arm was in a temporary sling, but his eyes... they were fixed on her with a desperate, terrifying intensity. Elena opened her mouth to speak, but only a dry croak came out. Alexander quickly reached for a cup of water, holding a straw to her lips. The cool liquid felt like a miracle.

Or am I the one who's crazy? Alex nodded and walked towards me. The strange expression on his face made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. The man in front of me was indeed Alex, but he also looked like a foreigner at the moment because of the wild look in his eyes. I looked at him with a look of confusion and fear. His hands cupped my cheeks and tilted my head slightly tothe right. "Cara, I'm sorry ... " he muttered in a growl. Then what happened next I can only vaguely recall. Both of Alex's canines were elongated, he licked the hollow between my neck and shoulder then bit it.

Alexander closed his eyes and relaxed to his touch. The alpha lifted his chin and leant to kiss his lips while he unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed him gently on the bed and climbed on top of him. He pinned his hands above his head and started kissing his neck. Alexander let out a soft moan when his mate's tongue touched his sensitive spot, which is the rose mark. Elijah sucked on it until the skin changed its colour to red, that was soon to become a blueish purple. He then moved to his torso, leaving small kisses everywhere until he spotted a scar. He lifted his head and frowned when he saw the scar left after the surgery. It was large and visible, and it made his chest tighten.

He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek. In his eyes, I could clearly see myself—half of my face swollen. It had been many years since I’d looked this terrible after leaving home. I couldn’t believe I had gone through all of this with a face like that. I felt mortified, ashamed, and I even started wondering whether Knight had seen me as a clown the whole time… “Does it hurt?” Alex’s warm hand rested against that side of my face, completely cradling it in his palm. His eyes shimmered with cherish and tenderness.

I looked over his shoulder at the scene in front. Alexei had Alessandro on his knees, the latter clutching his arm tightly where the bullet hit him as his hatred-filled eyes glared at Alexei. Alexei stood towering over him without any gun but a small pocket blade in his hand yet he looked maliciously evil. Eyes fuming flames, chest rising up and down with lips turned in a cruel smirk. Who said the devil was an evil, ugly monster, with scars all around? The blood that she’d from those scars many uncanny paintings. And now when I arranged those paintings, like pieces of a puzzle, I saw a beautiful, broken man, hidden behind those ugly scars.

"I must congratulate both of you for the excellent understanding between each other. You require no words of expression and that is now becoming a problem to me. I guess I should imply stricter measures on her. "Don't ever dare that." Alex warned low but in a tone very easy to decipher the danger behind it yet the vampire ignored. "Hats off" he clapped and the next second he was standing right in front of Alexander with the same cruel scar in the middle of his forehead, body completely pasted in white. Anybody else would have trembled with fright at his deathly appearance and lost consciousness but Alex did not. Doesn't he have a skin or blood flowing inside his nerves. He walks and talks li

The pale scar along my forearm caught the light clearly, thin and faded, the same shape it had always been since a childhood accident I barely remembered anymore, some forgotten fall from a tree on the estate upstate that had required more stitches than my grandmother had liked to admit. Elena stared at it for a long moment, her free hand rising slowly as though she needed to touch it to believe it was real, her fingers hovering just above my skin before finally making contact, tracing the familiar line with a tenderness that made my breath catch in my own chest. "I have seen this scar before," she whispered. "Alexander, I have seen this exact scar before, in the dark, at a masked gala, on a

“Please fight, baby. Please.” Behind me, footsteps echoed. Heavy. Familiar. I turned. And the sight shattered me. Alex. Tall, broad, face unreadable as always. But his neck — littered with dark hickeys. His shirt half-buttoned, collar open, scratches visible on his chest. His jawline raw like it had been bitten. My stomach twisted. My throat burned. He looked… used. Marked. Owned by someone else. And I wanted to vomit. His eyes flicked to me, cold and flat. Then to the OT. For a flicker of a second, something broke in his face — panic, fear — but it snapped shut again.

the girl screamed. "Eww that's gross! Daaaaaad!" Alex screamed as he tried to dodge the booger. He managed to flip the boy over, who was freakishly tall for his age. Nate came to his rescue and grabbed the boy from behind. But the boy shook him off and rubbed the booger right on his face. Nooooooooooooo! It was disgusting, slimy, and Alex wanted to vomit. "You are a doodoobrain, and your face is ugly!" the boy screamed at his face.