Bekas Luka Di Wajah Pria Mga Nobela at Kwento

His body shivered from the cold and Williams grabbed his jacket from the duffle bag, taking his cell phone out of the pocket, and draped it over Luca’s torso. He took the time to get a good look at his soulmate. He was exactly as Jedidiah had describe him with his doe like eyes and bunny nose. There was a gash on his forehead as blood trickled down the side of his face. He looked a little too thin in his eyes and as he looked him over he could see dark spots under his white shirt. Williams scrunched his brows together. “I’m sorry,” Luca cried, causing Williams to tear his eyes away from his chest.

He and two of the others carry large rifles in their arms. The one in the middle has both his arms free of anything. He looks a lot like Lazarus which confuses me. His skin and hair color is more or less the same shades as Lazarus and the eyes are similar as well. The difference is the fact that this male looks disheveled. His hair is long and shaggy. The beard is wild and unkempt. He has a large scar on his face that looks pretty recent with its bright purple shade.

The only thing that saves us is that his wife and her other husbands care for us enough to call us their little brothers. His phone dings and he glances down at it. The scar on the right side of his face is more noticeable as he is looking down since it runs through his eyelid. He is lucky to even see out of that eye. The scar starts at his hairline and runs down through his eye to his chin. It does make him appear more rugged and less epicene. He is a gorgeous man with white hair, full bow-shaped lips, a boyish face, and a cut physique. His personality, however, is artic and frightening.

I'm guessing the wound was still fresh, as well as some of the bruises that are littered around his body. I looked at his face and sweep the strands of hair that covered his forehead. Unlike his body, his face seemed to be void of any bruises or scars. His cheeks were hollow and his lips were cracked and bleeding. Other than that, his face was beautiful. His skin was pale, almost like his skin has never been touched by the sun. His eyelashes were long and dark, it was as if someone has applied mascara on them. His nose was narrow and small, it complements his face beautifully. His lips, although dry, were full but void of color. He almost looked like a woman, on some angles his face was very

The cabin door slammed open. A man stepped out. He was massive. He wasn't as tall as Kaelen, but he was wider. He looked like he had been carved out of granite. He had a thick beard that was streaked with gray. He wore a heavy wool coat and a beanie. But it was his face that stopped me. One side of his face was ruined. It was a mass of melted skin and scar tissue. His eye on that side was gone, sewn shut with thick black thread.

Lucas's fist met the side of his face in a blow so fast neither of them saw it coming. The scream that left Marcus's mouth was not loud enough for Lucas. He wasn't even satisfied when he saw the underside of his jaw leaning far enough to the side of the face to make any human queasy. A small bone had pierced the side of his cheek and was now gleaming wetly. His face was so grotesquely disfigured that were he human, he would have needed reconstructive face surgery. "No", Lucas commanded icily. "You will not speak that word. Understand?"

"Here!" Luca was taken aback by how much the image behind the frame captured all his facial features. He was so amazed that the corners of his lips lifted slightly. "Hehe, you smiled." "..." Luca had no words for him. "You've got to admit that it looks exactly like you. I even got your frown right." "I do not frown," Luca grumbled. "Eh? Prove it then. Show me your happy face." "*Blank*" "Now show me your sad face."

"He doesn't like talking about it but it sounds dangerous." "Did you ever find out about his face?" Lance asked. He was eating a bowl of gazpacho and Ashleigh kept eyeing it. She shook her head. "I don't want to ask and he hasn't offered to tell. It's obvious that he has a hairlip, but the scar goes all the way up his forehead and into his scalp." "Maybe he got hurt while he was on one of those dangerous missions," Kendra said. She stared at Lance's soup with interest, too. "Is that good?"

The rest of his face was no surprise. Nicely structured, dark, defined eyebrows, you know the usual. He also had freckles, which were oddly very hard to notice. I thought of a way to explore more, "Oh crap there's a wasp!" I said pointing to nowhere. The man turned his face, causing my mouth to gape completely. "OH HELL NO, WHERE??" he said looking around to where I was pointing. An exposed jawline that was so sharp, I could barely touch it and would get cut.