Bekas Luka Di Wajah Pria Novels & Stories

His face didn’t look human anymore. Luca kicked him in the chest. Remo flew backward into the cage, bounced, and crumpled flat on the mat, gasping. His ribs had to be cracked and still tried to rise. He put one elbow under him. Then the other. Wobbling. Bleeding. Smiling like a lunatic with half his face missing. That’s when Luca walked up calm as death and stomped right on Remo’s hand. Another stomp, this time to the elbow.

the King motioned for her to sit on a sofa. Angelica did as she was told and the King sat on a couch to her left. She thought they would be alone, but the other two men joined them. They sat at the other end of the table. Angelica's gaze accidentally fell on the man sitting right in front of her, and she almost froze in horror. Up close, his face looked even more appalling. The right side of his face was completely damaged. Some places had no skin and she could see raw flesh.

He was still healing form on the injuries he suffered at the hands of the sirens, but here he was trying to help me walk back to the car. “Because we promised to always be there for each other” he retorted as tears streamed down my face, his face now had a wound from his left eyebrow going down to his cheek and it wasn’t healing as fast which would result in a scar. “Thank you,” I whispered to him as I watched Luca and Jordan walking ahead of us, I was glad that despite Luca rejecting Jordan, Jordan accepted it without having any issues. Luca made it clear that there was never a time that he desired a man, even though sometimes I see him looking at men weirdly.

He chugged down the water and splashed some on his face and head. I crouched down, assessing the damages. “Hey,” he smiled and hissed, touching the corner of his lips. Apart from a split lip and a black eyes, I couldn’t get any other bruises on the view. His father on the other hand had a bleeding nose and was limping. No wonder Celia and Francesca couldn’t watch this. The fight was intense and real.

the older female says and I smile a little before Modok wraps his arm around my waist. "Mother, Father, Eida, this is Xiu," Modok says and I smile at the women before looking at the big male. When I do my eyes widen. The male's face is badly scarred. I haven't seen an injury on anyone the entire time I have been on Kea. Their medical treatments are so good I didn't think people could be scarred like he is. He looks scary with his white eye and a wide healed-over gash that runs from his hairline to his cheek.

I didn’t want to walk away, either. “Hi…” He spoke first, but he still wasn’t smiling. “What happened to your face?” I asked. He took a deep breath. “I know it’s ugly…” “What happened?” I asked again. I didn’t even think it was ugly. I was worried. He had a scar from his eyebrows across his left eye. There was no more open wound, but it still looked raw. It might have changed the way he looked, but it didn’t change the fact that he was still good-looking. If anything, it added a stronger feature to his face.

Julian had told her that Christian had been in a blast, but he must have taken a bad hit for his face to have scarred permanently. She could tell that he was badly scarred from what his suit and high collar shirt allowed her to see. His face though, was a whole different story. There was a deep jagged scar running down the left side of his face. It started from an inch above his eyebrows and ended just short of his chin. Whether it was a stitch mark or a cut, she could not tell, but it looked gruesome, and Sia could only assume just how painful that scar might have been. But scars aside, Sia could tell that he was a very handsome man, or he would have been if the scars didn’t attract all the

I asked. "For today, you will stay here and recover a little from your injuries. Tomorrow we will think about what to do." He looked at the other two. "You two can leave. You are also badly injured." Lucas had purple marks on his face just like me, and deep cuts on his lips and nose. Sarah did a great job when she nuzzled his snout. William was not as badly hurt compared to the two of us, but he had a nice gash in his jaw.

Still breathing, still stuck in a war between men who all seemed to want a piece of me, for love, for power, or for reasons I was still too afraid to uncover. Luca sat across from me, leaning against the plush mountain of pillows like a dark king in his sanctuary. He was almost fully healed now. The stitches had come off a week ago, the bruises fading into nothing but pale yellow on his olive skin. He looked better, yes. But war had a way of changing even the most beautiful of men.

"It must be uncomfortable squatting like this in the cold. Why don't you come back in with me?" "No, that's a bit... inconvenient", the man rejected. Then he sighed. "Well, I guess you've heard the most embarrassing part already. You can as well see the rest." He raised his head, and Katherine had to grip the railing to not curse out loud. The man had a finely craved face with an almost feminine prettiness to it that made him look even frailer then his already thin body. However, someone had cruelly destroyed this composition. The complete right side of the man's face was red and swollen from a punch, the lip even had a bleeding crack, caused by some sharp object.