Bekas Luka Di Wajah Pria Novels & Stories

He quickly informed his men and left to pick him up. By evening they returned and Hana welcomed both of them with a warm smile and refreshments. They were shocked to see Zakariah like that. He was a strong and well-muscled man; now he was only skin and bones. He had a big scar covering his left side of the face, extending from his forehead to his cheek. Someone had attacked him with a knife. He was severely beaten and bruised. He had lost a lot of weight and he looked tired. She almost controlled her gasp on seeing him like this.

How could she be unlucky? Luke said, "Let me show you something." He handed me his phone, which was open to the photo gallery. I clicked to see a picture of a handsome man with a sunny smile and deep, dark eyes. He had an air of humility, but he was in a wheelchair, with both legs amputated below the knee.

As Norman storms off, I look up to see a man with a terrible scar on the left side of his face. "Are you okay?" His voice is kind, and I blink.

Three long, jagged scars cut his face in half diagonally from one temple to the jaw. It changes your look. One eye is violet, in which the other is pure black. Goosebumps rise in my arms, despite the hot air. "Korin Iwasaki is awake," says the newcomer in a cold, distant tone of voice.

Grab her attention before your enemy snatches her away! Jae Woon released a heavy sigh. He grudgingly standing up from his crouching position and approached the basin of clear water on top of a broken shelf. He gripped his knuckles tightly as he braces himself to look at his reflection on the water surface. The hideous face full of pimples with bruised and puffy brown eyes is staring back at him. His nose is definitely broken and dried blood smeared all over his face, adding the gruesome sight of a monstrous appearance.

Kahit nakaparada ang sasakyan sa lilim at bahagya lang ang bukas ng bintana, hindi niya napigilang mapatitig sa lalaki. Nakikita niya lamang ang side profile nito, ngunit kapansin-pansin ang mga facial features nito. Para bang inukit ang bawat linya ng mukha. Napakatangkad at tuwid ng ilong, manipis at sexy ang mga labi. Mas gwapo siya kaysa sa inaasahan niya. Hindi lang siya matanda, bata pa siya, mukhang nasa 25 anyos lang.

Do all Mafiosos look this unbothered when asleep? I leaned in a little to inspect his face. His beard was properly trimmed into shape, and his eyebrows were on-fleek. I had never seen a Mafioso with no facial scars. Adonis had one, and even my brother did—a tiny one on the side of his forehead, but De Luca’s face was unmarked. Without the Omerta tattoo and the brooding expression, he would look like any other normal man.

I asked, "First of all, turn your back to me. I need to put on proper clothes." At least after dressing up properly, I could clean up his wounds. It didn't make sense for me to send him back out there when he was a mess with blood all over. "Why do I need to turn back? I like the view." With a lopsided grin, that looked funny on his banged up face. Only Luka would still find sport and entertainment even when he looked like shit. I hissed, clearly worried about him. He was squinting and was holding his sides. He was clearly in pain.

John. Except, it didn't look like him at all. His face looked as if he had jumped from a moving vehicle. His left eye looked swollen and his lips were cracked and bloody. His cheeks were scathed and scratched, as if he'd been hit with a couple of small rocks. He looked absolutely exhausted and it was anybody's guess what had happened to him.

No complaints. Livia spotted him and ran straight over. “What happened to your face?” Luca knelt down so he was eye level with her. “Just a little bump from work. Nothing serious. Makes me look tough, right?” She touched his cheek gently with one small finger. “Does it hurt?” “A little. But it’s okay.” She nodded like she understood everything. “Mama says knights get bumps sometimes. You want ice?” He smiled, the real one that reached his eyes. “Yeah. Ice would be good.”