Novel & Cerita Beth Dutton Face Scars

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

His horrible actions ended up resulting in her heart having permanent scars. “Go change." He spoke coldly as Danica nodded and walked to the bathroom. Little did she know what was coming for her as she took tiny steps walking out of the room after changing her clothes. Just as Zeke was about to sleep on his side he noticed her scars. Purple bruises all over her arm as she unknowingly wore a half-sleeved shirt. Zeke clenched his jaws as he pulled her toward him, getting up from the bed. Danica was quite startled as she landed her hands on his chest but quickly pulled them back.

The lingering effect of the demon's blade was a rather nasty scar stretching from the woman shoulder down nearly to her hip. Air made a vague gesture over the extensive damage. "The poison on the blade destroyed the flesh there. She will always have the scar." Jonathan nodded silently as he came around the bed and looked down at the Alpha woman. Her hair and skin were still marred by the caked-on grime of battle and part of her face was obscured due to her position laying on her stomach, but Allena . . . beauty was not something that could be dismissed. "She is quite the specimen, isn't she?" Air asked as she came to stand beside him.

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

Beta Dimitri said as tears ran down his face. He turned to the post without being asked, and removed his shirt. Instead of kneeling he grabbed the post. He looked over his shoulder at me one last time, before nodding. “Beta Jax, Chastity Bloomfield has ten scars on her back from whippings she received as a pup. Whipping she should have never received. Whippings that were ultimately my fault as I failed her in every way. For my crimes, my punishment should be thirty strikes. My punishment should also include ten strikes that will leave scars. There is a pan of wolfsbane next to me. Dip the whip in the wolfsbane to ensure those marks scar.” Beta Dimitri said loud, and clear.

Leon was standing still but his eyes are sharp and active, ready to shoot anything that moves. Agnes didn't dare. She didn't move and stood still while her pale face was illuminated by the moon's mocking light. She was disheveled, far from the gracious and precious image that she carried for almost 19 years. Her red hair was like a bird's nest with blades of green grasses and dirt on top of it. She has a small wound on her pale cheeks, corner of her right eye, and lips and they were bleeding. The red blood slid down slowly on her face, painting it red.

Selina knew David had been seriously injured before his disappearance, but knowing was one thing; seeing with her own eyes that even his appearance had been ruined was quite another feeling. His once-beautiful hands now bore pink scars that hadn't fully healed. The scars on his face were even more horrifying, a mix of pink, red, and purple, extending from his forehead to behind his ear, looking like a large centipede clinging to his face. The only part left intact was below his philtrum. No wonder he always wore a mask; it wasn't to conceal his identity, but to hide the scars on his face. Nestor saw shock, surprise, and pity in Selina's eyes, but notably absent were fear and disgust.

Her arms and legs were covered in scars, deep gashes that had barely begun to heal. Her face- I clenched my jaw as I took in the bruises, the dark purple and black marks staining her once-beautiful skin. A deep cut ran along her forehead, dried blood caked in her dark hair. Her lips were busted, swollen. Her eyes were closed, shut tight like she had been trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape from. And now, she never would. I felt sick. I had left her here. I should have fought harder. I should have protected her. I should have- "Mason, why don't you tell your Luna what happened to her best friend?" Damien's voice pulled me back to reality. I turned my head, my teary eyes locking onto hi

Low moves at the same time and while I race for Dutton, my Beta goes straight for the pup. “You brought him here?” Dutton snaps; he raises his hands, his claw-like nails glinting in the moonlight as he charges forward to attack the pup. I manage to tackle him. At the same time, Low grabs Beth around her waist and runs with her off the field. I can hear her screaming and crying about her mother but I block her out. “You sick bastard." I snarl as I roll us until I’m ontop of Dutton. I don’t give him a chance to speak; I start slamming my fists into his face over and over until he’s covered in blood and his eyes have rolled into the back of his head.

Of subjecting Harper and Norton to be the pawns of the game. Harper stirred on the bed and faced the other way. Her back now facing him, he saw the scar on the back of her neck as her hair flowed effortlessly on her shoulders. It’s a long cut, looked like a fish hook because of its shape and above all, it looked olden. With his fingertips, Damon traced the outline of the scar. A time when she was hurt. Even when he didn’t know when or why or how it happened. Just thinking about it makes him uncomfortable.