Bekas Luka Di Wajah Pria Novels & Stories

The man looked with a cold expression at Luca, without greeting back he turned his focus to Maisie. “Maisie Rodriguez… I hope your stay with us has been pleasant.” The man said. His raspy voice made unpleasant chills run over Maisie. His voice was anything but pleasant to listen to. Maisie looked at the man and silently took in his appearance. The man looked as though he was in a fatal fire accident and had barely escaped. The left side of his face was burned. The scars still looked as though they were still healing. The redness in them could not be ignored. He had no eyebrows or eyelashes. The only thing that looked decent on him was the black suit he was wearing. ‘He does look somewhat fam

I asked hysterically. I stared at his face only to notice that he looked like shit. His suit wasn’t even flattened, his hair completely disheveled and the bags under his eyes were too visible right now. I could still even see some scars around his face due to his previous fight with Atlas, and the cut on the side of his lips was still there too. “Please, calm down! I just want us to talk. I really want to talk to you, Bev. I-I won’t hurt you!” He tried to reach me again but I refused and hastily stepped back.

He was in charge of training the men and raising an army, and he had done commendably well. “Well done, Lukas.” Giovanni commended him with a pat on his shoulder “Thank you, Capo,” he replied without a smile. He barely smiled. In fact, no one apart from Giovanni had ever seen him smile before. He had a big scar on the right side of his cheeks and this gave him a very dangerous look. He had gotten the scar during the knife battle he had engaged in with an enemy. He had later overpowered the attacker and used the knife in stabbing him multiple times. That occurred many years ago, and he had the scar to remind him of that every time.

I murmur. I tear my gaze away and look down. Honestly, I’m not sure how I should feel. I'm confused. I don’t want to offend him, but I don’t know if it’s all right to look at his face. His face... It has severe burn scars. A portion of the right side has irregular fibrous tissues. It seems to have been sliced several times. The cuts go from his forehead down to his right cheek. He doesn't even have an eyebrow there; it’s as if there's no more flesh but only dead skin. I remember him telling me about the acid poured on his face.

Literal na mouthwatering teh. I followed him and do screenshot sa mga picture niya. I even open my F******k para hanapin din f* niya and boom, ang daming poser pero nakita ko rin ang sa kanya agad kasi may check na blue. Ang gwapo niya sa prof pic niya. Naka black suit siya at ang tiger look niya. His perfect jawline, ang balbas niya na sumakot sa buong baba niya na bagay na bagay sa kanya dahil nagmukha talaga siyang Alpha Male. Those grey blue eyes, thick eyebrows, long nose at a pefect shape lips is fucking temptation.

That's something that I didn't want, so I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that didn't happen. “Were you followed?” The man asked, I shook my head at his question. Taking in his appearance, I cringed at the sight in front of me. He had a long scar on the right side of his face that seemed to be somewhat infected. A thick, yellowish substance was oozing out of the open area that missed a couple of stitches. “Good, anything that I should know?” I folded my arms, still unsure if I should do this or not. “He's still not getting better, I suggest the war should be called off for now.” The man laughed as if what I were saying was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

Hayden said without replying to Luka’s question. “You think this old man can’t help you up?” Luka asked with a snort. Luka was probably in his late forties or fifties. His hair was almost completely white, and he had many wrinkles and lines on his face. However, he was probably one of the buffest men I have ever seen in real life.

Luca's men opened the door to reveal a small, barely lit room with a man strapped to a seat in the corner. The flimsy underpant he wore did nothing to cover his dignity. His face and body was covered in horrible bruises of different colors. Luca walked into the room, taking the seat opposite of the man. He stared at the man with menacing eyes as he spoke in a dark,low voice, "I must say you're really tough but too bad I'm not here for games, I hope you're ready to talk"

He looks like shit. His face is a mess, a canvas of bruises, cuts, and swelling. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, the eyelid puffy and discolored. A gash above his right eyebrow had been stitched up hastily, the black thread standing out against his pale skin. His nose was crooked, as if it had been broken at least once, and his lips were split and bloody.

"I can't turn the other eye when he's going through a lot." "You should've." Luca moaned, slowly blinking his eyes open. Cece and I stared at each other with wide eyes that trailed down to the man who was sitting up on the couch. "Hi, Cara." He gave me his infamous Luca smile, but it lacked its usual energy. "Hi, Luca." I gave him a small wave in reply, watching his eyes flicker to my bump for a brief second. "You look ready to pop anytime soon." "And you look like shit," I deadpanned, stating the truth. He had hair sticking up in various directions, and his stubble had grown into a rough beard.