Bekas Luka Di Wajah Pria Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.

Leather jackets and black jeans. Little Lucas, crossed his little arms over his chest. Staring at me and the men carefully as if he was trying to decipher something from us. "He was just simply ugly." He replied, pouting his lips like he was being scolded. I raised an eyebrow up in confusion, for someone who his suffering from Prosopagnosia disease how was he able to tell the man was ugly. "How did you know he was ugly? Did you see his face?" I asked, tapping my feet on the floor. I had no bit of patience in me, I just wanted answers right now.

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.

Aven mendongak dengan wajah masih berkerut marah, tapi kemudian terpaku, sama seperti Asura. Seorang volt lelaki berdiri tak jauh dari mereka dengan satu lengan terangkat sejajar di depan dadanya, jari-jari mengarah ke betis Aven. Baju orang itu sobek-sobek dan gosong di berbagai tempat, sementara salah satu sepatunya hilang entah ke mana. Kulitnya sangat pucat. Lendir menjijikkan menetes-netes dari mulutnya, sementara matanya putih, tanpa warna hitam sama sekali.

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.