Beth Dutton Face Scars Novels & Stories

DYLAN'S POV I didn't even bother to touch the message. Even though there was a look of horror on the elders' faces, my face was completely neutral. Infact, I had never been calm about anything as this right now. I have received worse threats, and yet, they all seemed futile and useless. I turn to Barton who had the same neutral expression as I did. The scar a witch had given him during a deadly fight was still there, intimiddating and huge, slashed across his eyes.

She dropped her spatula a few times when I told her about the beatings. “Honey, I am so sorry that you had to go through all that bullshi*t. We had known that it was happening Cyrus would have been dealt with a long time ago. Now I will have a look at your scars later. I may be able to help you heal a few of the smaller ones.” “Wow, thank you Beatrice, I didn’t know that you could heal scars? May I ask what you meant by you would have been able to step in?” “Honey, you really don’t know who Derek is, do you?” She asked me. I shook my head no.

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

VIOLETA I stared at the mirror, frozen. My hand slowly touched my cheek again, just to be sure it wasn’t a dream or some trick of the light. But no—it was real. The scar that had ruined my face for months... was gone. Gone. I couldn’t breathe. My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. My reflection looked like someone I hadn't seen in a long time—me. The real me. The one before the fire. The one before the pain, the fear, the hiding. The one I thought was lost forever.

he barked as he approached her. “You mean something worse than this?” Kira spoke as she turned and Dimitri took a step back. Her face, her incredibly beautiful face was scarred. Taron was right. There were four big claw marks on her face and one on her throat. And there was a light bruise on her jaw which he knew must have occurred when he had squeezed her face in his unfathomable rage. Damn it! Taron was right and Dimitri had banished him from the city for speaking his mind out… Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Ashley looked at the person on the bed, his cheeks were sunken, looking for a long time, she could only vaguely see the handsome features of the past, if she only glanced at it, she almost wouldn't recognize Bentley in the crowd. She raised her finger, gently buttoning Bentley's hospital gown. “What are you doing?” Bentley pursed his pale lips, his expression wary. The woman put down Bentley’s hand that was on her arm, paused, and then gently unbuttoned Bentley’s shirt, the collar fell, revealing a faint scar on his shoulder, the wound had healed, but it still left a terrifying scar. “Do you remember, this scar, why did it appear?” The woman’s deep voice slowly sounded. Bentley’s shoulders t

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

Her denial might have been the worst possible answer. The sound of the car door unlocking snapped her back to the moment. Beatrice's tears fell with a soft splash. She clutched Yosef's arm. "Mr. Webb, look at my face, please." Her makeup-free face revealed two faint red scars on her pale skin. "The doctor you sent me to said this is the best he can do. Cecil scarred my face and didn't even say sorry. She blamed me for things I never did. I cried all the way home that day, and my mom saw me.

She looked shaken too. Racheal glanced back at Steffan wondering if this quiet man who was now looking at her with concerned eyes was the sane angry demon just now. “What about my scars? My head is still all wrapped up in bandages” She said, dragging her eyes away from Steffan back to Danna Sherrod. “Our doctor will come to prepare you tomorrow. You only need to take the bandages off briefly” Danna Sherrod said. “We will claim the images from when you were leaving the hospital earlier were photoshopped.”

Nayla stitched up her face at the Dalton residence, her hands trembling violently. "Damn it!" She let out a shrill roar and hurled the needle holder violently to the ground. Half of her face in the mirror remained intact, but the other half bore a long scar stretching from the corner of her eye to her chin. Fernando's blade was uniquely curved, causing her flesh to protrude outward and leaving a severe scar even after stitching. Nayla panted heavily as she stared at her disfigured half-face in the mirror. "Larissa Solace... I... won't... forgive... you!" She squeezed out her words through gritted teeth.