Novel & Cerita Beth Dutton Face Scars

“You think we fear you? You think you are the most dreadful Alpha around?” He looked like a piece of s***. Less wonder why his words didn't bother me. The voice of one of the captured welcomed us as we stepped into the dungeon. He kept running his mouth as we stood in their front. His hair was a dark blonde that would have looked amazing if healthy, but what he had was far from healthy. My eyes ran over to his face, he had a scar on his face, close right to his mouth and I could see that was the mark Derek had given him before they broke out through the help of whoever did.

If it wasn’t that someone might cut off his head he would have rushed to hug her. Damon, on the other hand, had a completely different expression from grandma and his friend. She had lost weight from having to rely on infusions to keep her hydrated. Her face was no longer swollen but her forehead and neck still had the bandage on. Her hair was an oily mess from not being washed for two weeks. Scarlett shuffled in her position. She awkwardly eyed the brute that was on the verge of strangling the poor doctor. She knew Damon was cold and heartless but never had she thought of him as the type to want to strangle someone especially not because of her

Draven looked surprised, a grave expression on his face "I wouldn't be surprised. Did you notice how she was quick to correct me when I mistook Luna Ashena for her mother? It didn't seem like she had a good relationship with her." "It's no wonder she's so frail and weak" Dariussborted. These scars on her back were numerous; of different sizes. It was like they bore the haunting image of her past abuse. Lines of faded scars crisscrossed her flesh like a map of torment, each scar, a stark reminder of the cruelty she had ensured. 'Dante. Where are you?' Using my mind link, I contacted Dante, and in seconds, he was standing before us. I hand him the contract.

Bryson whispered on his lips and sat on the side of bed still staring at her. With one side of the bed sinking in, Dede lay on her back fully facing up. Bryson stared at her face and clutched his fist seeing the scars on her face. Evidence of what Melissa's brother did to her. There was a cut on her lip and the swell part of her face had gone down even though that side of her face had changed colour. There was a cut on her nose bridge and her eyelid. He also recalled the fingernail marks around her chest region and the side of her body.

She pushed the hem of her shirt back down. The jagged line of pale scars had looked odd on her tanned skin. “That’s a nasty scar,” I frowned. She just shrugged, “I think he still feels guilty about it, and that’s why he lets me get away with so much. How about you? Any scars?” she looked at where my hair fell over my neck and shoulders. “I don’t think so,” I shrugged, “I can’t remember ever having a cut bad enough to leave one.” “Super healing,” she nodded, “Dmitri’s the same way.”

she finally declared, her voice steady despite the underlying uncertainty. With deliberate movements, she reached up and removed the veil that concealed her face. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her true appearance. Sheila's facial scar twisted across her cheek like a dark, jagged river, its presence dominating her features with an undeniable rawness. Beneath it, her skin bore the marks of a tumultuous journey, contorted into ridges and valleys that spoke of pain and resilience.

End of Flashback. "Baldie, you've been touching your face for so long now. Is your scar itching?" It was still that same voice, that same frequency, unhurried, emotionless. But it was with this same expressionless face and calm voice that she had given him a seven centimeters deep scar across his face and had said, "As long as you can bear the consequence"

As Dakota pulls away she rests her hands on my shoulders, “-I understand what you’re going through but you need to remember, that scar doesn’t define you! You’re beautiful, kiddo. You don’t need to hide it!” “You understand?” I snivel, wiping my nose with the back of my sleeve as I look at her. In this moment, I can't help but feel a sisterly connection with Dakota as she continues to nurture me. “Willow, you have no idea!” she laughs, standing to her feet gracefully in one swift movement spinning on her toes and turning her back towards me as if she were about to leave. Instead, she raises her shirt up exposing her back, revealing a pattern of wide scars scattered across her skin out of rea

Charlotte pushed her eyelids down to inspect her stoned blue eyes. "She has been through a rough patch, which has shaped into a trauma somewhat. Her vital signs aren't regular. Plus, there are scars on her neck, back and limbs, more like someone scratched her. I don't even want to imagine what's been done to this poor soul. She must haven't had enough energy to fight back. Look again, her body, she seems like someone who's been a victim of a vampire's blood-sucking," Charlotte set forth her scars that she wore proudly. Blue blemishes were prominent, as well as scratches.

Dion said as he walked out of the room. Bella chuckled and went into the bathroom. She started to draw a bath, which was large enough to hold at least 4 people. She helped Jamie up and undressed her. It was only then that Jamie noticed her new scar. Where her veins had once been black from the poison, they were now white. Her scars looked like white lightning originating from a white line. "You were very lucky, Luna, that Dion was there to do such strong healing spells," Bella commented.