Alex The Terrible Face Scar Novels & Stories

The dragon was very small, and tanya was sure her hand would cover it fully if placed on it. But after the tattoo, more than half of Alexander's body was covered in scars. And all scars looked very scary. There was one scar which was just an inch away from his heart. It looked very deep, and it seemed it was done by a very sharp knife. Tanya was sure that if the knife had gone a bit deeper or if it had moved a little bit upper, Alexander would be in heaven or better still, hell as he's a devil. “What's with that look on look face?” Alexander asked.

The space where the pillow had been was now occupied by the simple fact of their proximity. Elijah could see the individual lashes framing Alexander's eyes. Could see the small scar near his left temple, barely visible, the kind of mark that came from a childhood accident no one remembered. Could see the way his hair fell across his forehead, soft and un-styled, the careful architecture of his public face replaced by something more human. Neither of them spoke.

I would rather not fall into his trap for the second time. I walked over to Alex, who was lying on the floor in a wounded state. The handsome face that Jecelin had always glorified, now had many wounds from my scratches. Besides, Alex's whole skin has bruises from my beating. There was a sense of satisfaction in my heart when I saw him in such an awful state. I wonder how Jecelin felt when she found Alex turned into an ugly man with a bruised face. I laughed loudly to myself. Damn! Alex's sharp eyes opened, revealing bright-green pupils. Even in his helpless state, Alex still managed to smile at me.

Alex was still beating him until Adler's face was almost unrecognizable due to the blood covering part of his face. "Alex." Call me still in a strange high voice. I stood two meters behind him. Like he just woke up suddenly, he flinched when he heard my voice. Alex stood still with his hands clenched into fists, blood dripping from his knuckles, then he turned around slowly. And for the first time he looked into my eyes. There was no expression on his face, just his golden eyes staring into mine. There was a familiar feeling creeping up on me when I saw his eyes and expressionless face right now. Where have I seen him?

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.

When I reached for his hand, however, he drew it back as if he was afraid of my touch or of touching me with the bare skin of his palm, and I paced after him onto the dance floor, trying not to think of the last time that I was here, instead only of the piano, the sexy incubus pressing his body against mine, and the scar raised on his shoulder… Hold up, the scar…? My brows furrowed, as I traced the heightsy white line with my thumb. Jeremy flinched. I thought that werewolves healed from everything apart from heights? What had caused him to scar like this? I followed the line all the way down his shoulder blade. My frown deepened. If we were in medieval times, I’d have guessed he’d been sever

'' Jon chuckles—pointing at Alex with his mouth. ''Hey, I gave him worse.'' Alex says in dissatisfaction, ''And it's just a nose bleed, nothing big. It's not that my nose is broken or anything.'' He wipes off his nose and remove the towel. His nose is bright red—making him look like Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer. ''You'll probably have a scar with that one near your brow.'' Jon points at his eyebrow and Alex groan, probably not wanting anything to ruin his image. Not even a scar. Liam laughs from behind and Jon just smirks in justice.

The livid, transversal scar had never faded. How did he get this scar? her curious mind questioned. Alexander followed her gaze down to his abdomen and clenched his jaw. He squeezed his eyelids shut for a brief second before snapping them open. It was incredibly fortunate that Emma wasn't looking at his face right then; his cold eyes vividly portrayed decades of buried anger and sheer agony.

Caro said, her voice sounding foreign to her own ears—colder than she intended. "I’m full, Caro," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the boy. "I’m looking at a miracle I didn't earn. My appetite is the last thing on my mind." "Mama, why is Alex sad?" Leo asked, his mouth stained with tomato sauce. He reached out a small, sticky hand and patted Alessandro’s forearm. "You have a boo-boo on your face. Does it hurt?" Leo was pointing to the thin, jagged scar that ran through Alessandro’s left eyebrow—a souvenir from a night Caro hadn't been there for.

It had been decades since we last saw each other. The windows of the car were black and he was fully covered. I could only tell he was the one because of his pale skin and his ugly voice. He took off his dark glasses and I was blessed with the sight of the scar on his face. “Alexander. My good friend. A pleasurable coincidence meeting you here,” he said with a devilish smile. His lips were as red as blood. Oh, it wasn’t a coincidence at all. “Get out of my way,” I demanded. I wasn’t scared of that creature.