Novel & Cerita Beth Dutton Face Scars

Dugan grunts quietly. “I’ve lost control of my thoughts a few times.” I ended up doing what I didn’t plan to, and just want to tease her and be around her. I didn’t want to get close to her before, I never wanted to but the attraction as mate was there. “I won’t let anyone touch her again,” Dugan said protectively. Her body was covered with scars from whiplash, she must have gone through a lot of torture From Cranon. My hands on her hair hold tight as I pulled her close with my head thrown backward.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

“Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, tell me if you want to meet with her.” “Yes, I'd love that.” “Okay,” she replied, opening up her bag. “Here,” she handed over some printed photographs to me. I looked at them. They were pictures of Scarlett's bruises. In the picture, she had a black eye, and a lump on her forehead. The other pictures showed different marks, and wounds on her arm, and all over her body. “Why hasn't she resigned yet? This is pure brutality.”

She wore black pants and a white shirt, simple and familiar, the sight of her usually enough to calm him. Tonight, it did not. Her attention was fixed on someone else in the room. A man. The moment Dante stepped inside, both of them looked up. “You are back,” Brenda said softly. She walked toward him, rose on her toes, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before stepping aside. That was when her face caught the light. The scar ran diagonally across her skin, cutting over the bridge of her nose and ending near her cheek. Her left eye was cloudy, permanently damaged. It was a sight Dante would never grow used to. Never forgive himself for.

She was still surprised over how smooth face his face was because she had already gotten used to the rumors about his scar. “Are you disappointed that I don't have a scar on my face?” Dalton asked. He must have seen something on her face, that was why he asked. “I don't know,” she said truthfully, “I have gotten used to the rumors and have already braced myself for whatever scar would be on your face when I first asked about it. All the same, I'm glad you don't have any scars, sincerely.” she added the last word when she saw the doubt on his face.

"Damon, there's something you should know," I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? He hesitates for a moment, but then lets out a defeated sigh. "While the pack doctor was treating her for poison, they found something disturbing— scars. A lot of them. And they weren't from battle. They were from abuse." My entire body went incredibly still. I swear the ability to breathe leaves me along with all the air in my lungs.

Giving her his undivided attention. "Vivian Lockwood doesn't have a heart of gold." "Her heart is a gold mine instead." "And that's what makes her the most beautiful women in my life and this entire universe." Vivian looks down shyly to only have Ethan hold her face in his palms, making her look up at him. "She has scars, just like all of us." "The ugly scars we all hide from this world. The flaws which are our weakness that we don't tell anyone. The ugly truths of us."

When a few young girls saw her face, they were so shocked that they kept talking about it. “Isn’t this Adina Daugherty, the most beautiful woman in Sea City? Why did her face become like this?” “What the heck? Her scars are like centipedes. How could her beautiful face be wasted like this?” “She must have offended someone and gotten disfigured.” Adina did not hear the discussion of the passersby. She just pulled the car door open and got into the car. Before the car arrived in front of the plastic surgery institution, Adina’s phone vibrated. It was called by Dillon.

Not even scared I may have walked in? She stood up, cleaning her tracks, after which she walked out. That was it. The footage ended. I turned to Dante. “I thought you had a face?” “You didn’t see it?” “See what?” He took the tablet, back-forwarding ten seconds. “Her neck.” I looked closely—my whole body went still. It couldn’t be…she wouldn’t. But that scar? Only one person had it. “Fuck!” I screeched, throwing the tablet to Dante. “Fucking hell!”

“Someone mean gave Bridgette her scars.” Athena and Dex sat there listening to the two of them talk as if they were the only ones in the room. Dex had been soundly surprised to find out that Bridgette had scars all over her body like Kane did. He knew that she had been in a fucked up situation before but he was now beginning to see the bigger picture. He had thought that she had been a little hard on Digger. Perhaps harder on him than was normal. But now he was beginning to realize that he didn’t know anything about what she had been through.