Alex The Terrible Face Scar Novels & Stories

"Is that why you have a scarf on your head because you're worried that a company employee might recognize you and reach out to those two devils?" She nodded gently. "You're right, Uncle Edgar. But the more profound reason is because of this." She removed the scarf covering her cheek to reveal a huge scar in the shape of the letter X on her cheek. "Jesus Christ!" he could not help but exclaim when he saw the frightening scar on her face. "Don't tell me they did that to you, Arielle?" His expression seemed about to cry with pity as he looked at her.

He broke the kiss just long enough to help me, yanking the fabric over his head in one rough motion. The sight of him, bare chest, the dark hair that tapered down his stomach, the scar just beneath his left rib from a riding accident when he was seventeen, hit me like a physical blow. I’d memorized that scar. I’d kissed it, traced it in the dark, pressed my palm against it while he slept. Alexia didn’t know about that scar, but I do. The thought was petty and vicious and I clung to it. “Selina.” My name again, full and deliberate, like a prayer. His forehead pressed against mine, breath ragged.

Zev’s POV The whip slices me open and a warm trickle of blood cuts a path down my half healed back. The shackles hold me tight to the large, hard wood pole. My arms don’t reach around the huge parameter of the tree so chains stretch the distance between my wrists. My nails have been ripped from my fingers, left behind in the wood where I claw at it in agony. Three days I have been held captive by the Alpha know as Scarface. His name an apt depiction of the huge, gnarly scar the runs the length of his face. Blind in one eye with the colour gone from his iris. A blank, sightless orb lies in his face like the moon in the dark night sky.

The face that stared back at me made my blood run cold. It was Axel His face was twisted and scarred, like a monster from a nightmare. I screamed out loud, echoing through my mind and shattering the dream. My eyes fluttered open to reality, and it was just as terrifying as the nightmare. The light in my room was on, and Axel was staring down at me, except that his eyes were not red in the dream. I screamed again and moved up away from him. ‘’Get away from me!’’ I shouted, throwing the pillows at him. ‘’Get out!’’

For a moment, they were caught up in the fight, their fear of the rogue Alpha forgotten. Aria’s eyes never left Kiernan. Every move he made, every dodge, every strike, she watched with a mix of fear and admiration. "He’s holding his own," she thought, her heart swelling with pride. "He’s really doing it." But then, in a sudden move, Kiernan ducked low, his body twisting like a snake, and he lashed out with his claws, aiming for Caden’s face. His claws made contact, slashing across Caden’s cheek, leaving three deep marks. Blood instantly welled up, dripping down Caden’s face.

Or perhaps my mind was only playing tricks on me. I released a long, measured breath, forcing my racing heart to steady itself. “No, Mr. Sterling. I don't know him," I replied. “But…” I paused before adding quietly. “He looks so terrifying with that big scar on his face.” Alexander's hand froze halfway to his mouth, the glass of water suspended inches from his lips. “Big scar?” “Yes,” I continued, leaning forward slightly as the memory crystallized. “It cuts through his left eyebrow…” I unconsciously traced the path across my own face, “passed over his eye, and dragged all the way down to his cheekbone.”

Alexei: I glared at Scarlett, and never in my life did I find the urge to punch someone in the face so hard to contain. Her body which was still under me, reminding me that she was two times smaller than I was, was sore, bruised, and beaten, and the last thing I wanted to do was break her more than she already was.

I murmured sobbing “But when I left the cabin, I saw you on the shore and that way you made me change my mind...” "Oh, Abbie...” He comforted me as long as my crying lasted. “Why do you think my scars are physical?” He whispered against my ear. "You told me you got injured in Iraq.” My voice came out raspy after a while without speaking. "I just drew conclusions." “The scar doesn't bother me, Abbie. What bothers me is what it represents.” “What does it represent, Alex?” I stepped back far enough to sit in the middle of the bed and put a little distance between us so I could see his face.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart. Mommy's here." Suddenly, Alex raised a hand, gently blocking my line of sight as his long fingers loosely covered Natalie's ears. When he leaned down, the collar of his shirt fell open slightly, revealing a faint pink scar along his collarbone. "Natalie," he said softly, "would you like some ice cream? I know a really good place…" "Uncle Alex…" Natalie tugged timidly at his sleeve, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "The bad man… He won't come back again, right?"

I can’t even look up to see his face because of shame. “Should i say something first?” I thought to myself. Just then I hear running footsteps come close to me. It was Alex who almost ran beside my bed then siting beside my bed and taking my right hand into his arm. “Why did you do this?” Alex ask me in a painful tone. He is making a face that I never seen before. What is this face he is making? Is it regret , sorrow or sympathy. And looks like he is almost on the verge of tears. His handsome face looks bad too like he haven’t been sleeping for a long time. There are black under his eyes. Even his hairs is messy . How long I am here?