Bekas Luka Di Wajah Pria Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice laced with surprise and disbelief. Luca took a few steps closer, his own expression a mix of shock and relief. “Jerry… is that really you?” The stranger paused, then slowly reached up, pulling off the mask that had concealed his face. Underneath, his features were hard and scarred, evidence of past battles and hardships. A weary smile flickered across his face as he took in the sight of his old friend. “Luca… It’s really you,” he said, a note of warmth breaking through his otherwise hardened tone.

It would be better if Lucas' face remained disfigured forever. Although Lucas did not know him, he saw that Cedric's clothes looked quite expensive. He also knew that Cedric was likely somebody of status. He said, "I got burned in a car accident. My face should be able to recover significantly." Cedric was unhappy. How could he recover significantly? The burn marks on Lucas' face covered most of his cheeks and forehead. Thus, his facial features and face shape were not affected. In this case, his skin would be restored later after half of his face recovered. Given his good facial features, he still looked good.

he thought, pain shooting through him at the idea of being rejected. Prius turned around, and Luke steeled himself, trying his best to prepare for what was to come. The Beta looked at his mate, standing before him. He drew his lower lip between his teeth while his eyes roamed all over Luke's face and ran down his body. "He's gorgeous!" Prius marvelled, taking in the bright grey eyes that shone against his dark skin. The asymmetrical cut completed the man extremely sexy look.

"I'm serious I won't tell you, so stop what you are doing" "I'm not expecting you to tell me about that, I know you would tell me when you are ready, you can open your eyes now". He said, as I slowly open my eyes and look to his direction. My face connect with the same green eyes as my own as I trace the feature of his face with my eyes, his face is so smooth, he nose is slightly crocked and his jaw is well defined, he would have been so perfect and very handsome if not for the wound that cut across his face from under his right eyes to the left side of his cheek to form an arc. I tried not to shudder at the sight of the injury, black substance that has been used to rub it can be seen.

They walked out, back bent but face still visible. Luca and I let out an audible gasp at the sight. It wasn't just a man coming out, he was beaten black and blue, his face swollen. I almost couldn't see anything behind it. Both Luca and I rushed to him quickly, he could hardly see ahead of him, hitting everything on the way as we went. “What the fuck?" Luca exclaimed in a soft murmur. We held him on both sides, helping him walk to the lift. I took my phone and called Nine one one so they could come and get him to the hospital.

She wasn’t sure about the second part, but her voice didn’t waver. “This is such bullshit,” Lyric spat out. “He could just take his own face and wear that around. Why does he have to do this crap?” “Actually, I don’t think he can,” Ru chimed in. Lyric looked at her questioningly, and Ru thought she might be assuming she was just jumping to Nat’s defense, so she continued. “His father damaged his face pretty badly after Turkey. I’m assuming it’s impossible to grow fresh patches of flesh quickly enough to cover half of one’s face. So… maybe he had to choose another face.”

I approached one of those to hopefully sit down and wait when suddenly my eyes caught a familiar figure. He turned away from me but I still recognized him because of his body. He's talking on the phone. I remained standing, waiting for him to finish. And when he put down his cell phone, I quickly walked closer to him then touched his shoulder. He quickly turned to me. I didn't expect the look on his face, so I was shocked, causing my eyes to widen and then slightly back away. He faced me. There are many bruises on his face. He had big wounds on his cheeks. His upper lip also cracked. One of his cheeks was slightly puffy and red.

They’re crowded around a table littered with empty glasses and used napkins and half-eaten food. “There he is! There’s my fucking guy!!!” One of them says. “Dude you were a fucking beast today” There is a slight resemblance between all of them. I can’t tell their jockey, athletic, overly—masculine faces apart. “Tell that to my fucking face man.” Luke says with a smug smile on his face, rubbing his bruised face. I stand silently, waiting for Luke to introduce me. But he doesn’t, douchebag that he is.