Bekas Luka Di Wajah Pria Novels & Stories

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 pointed at two pictures; I picked them up. The first one was a faded picture of a man in all black and a black cap. His face was blurry, as his hands were on his nose like was cleaning his face, while his other hand was holding a black bag. It was hard to make out his face, but his dark brown eyes and his full beard were hard to miss, and a distinct lizard tattoo.

Jephta said. “I think I heard my name,” a very hoarse voice said, and we turned to see a tall guy with a scar all over the face, just like the guy in the picture. There was a gun in his hand, and there were several wolves behind him, looking almost exactly like him. “And who wants to see me?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Does Tomas have anything to do with this?” I asked him softly, and he cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, but then he shook his head in a no. “I don’t think so, when I met him, the man was more frightened than angry. I think this new guy has something against him.” He said, and he barely finished and Rocco was back with his cell phone still in his hand. “Doctor Luka said that he knows about him, he was just admitted. He said that after the thorough check and examination, the man was ok. He had some broken ribs, bruises, and a mild concussion. In conclusion, he is perfectly fine.”

Yet, amidst all the noise and chaos, I spotted him easily. He was leaning against a shaded tree in one of the quieter corners of Central Park, half his face hidden beneath the low brim of a cap. He wore a dark hoodie despite the warmth, and as I approached, my heart skittered. His face was bruised—a purple lump on his jaw, one eye slightly swollen, his bottom lip split open. What the hell happened to him? “Luca,” I gasped, rushing forward. He took me in for a long second before pulling me into a one-armed hug, careful not to let the rest of his body touch mine. He winced as I tightened my arms around him.

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.

He looks the same, not better than how I saw him in school, but worse. “What happened?” His face is bruised, and his lip is cut, there's a thing mark over his left eyebrow, still pulsing out blood. I step closer, wanting to see him better, wanting to hold him. “Go to your room, Andrea, now please,” Mum orders. Fuck no, she's not going to make me leave when Luke is right there, looking like that. “What happened to you, why’s your face like that—” “Andrea,” Mum warns.