Beth Dutton Face Scars Novels & Stories

She gave me a small, reassuring smile, then hurried out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Damon was already on the bed. Shirtless. As if my day hadn’t already been difficult enough. He sat against the headboard, one knee bent, laptop balanced on his thigh. The glow of the screen cast sharp shadows across his chest and face. His scars were faint but visible and caught the light, reminders of how close I’d come to losing him. I didn’t look at him for long. I slid onto my side of the bed, pulled the covers up to my chin, and turned away, pretending I was already halfway asleep.

"It's nice to meet you too, but just a small correction, we aren't mates...we're just companions for now." "Ohhh...my bad." "It's fine." 'So this is his beta?' Linessa thought, rumoured as a Demon by the Devil's (Zhamar's) side. He didn't seem like much of a demon right now. From what she could see in the darkness of the evening he looked pretty innocent with his blonde hair and blue eyes. But she could see his thick, bulky muscles and as the sleeve of his shirt shifted while he drove, she could see the jagged scar that tore from his wrist to his elbow. It was a brutal map of a past battle, a reminder that his bulky frame wasn't just for show.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

That must’ve been her plan. But instead… he ended up with me! And now everything’s ruined. IBut one thing didn’t make sense. Why did Dalton push Jessica away? I saw her get thrown out. Wasn’t she his fiancée? Didn’t he love her? I frowned, watching him. His chest rose and fell slowly. A small scar marked his shoulder—I hadn’t noticed it before. My fingers twitched, wanting to touch it. Then— “Are you staring at me?" Dalton’s voice was rough with sleep.

Susan's face appeared at the door, and she looked incredibly creepy. Susan laughed coldly. "You're smarter than I thought. Yes, it's me. Gale, I bet you didn't expect that you would fall into my hands. Gale retreated in fear when she saw Susan. Susan's face was completely covered in scars. One scar after another was on her face, and the longest one went directly from her forehead to her chin! "Are you scared?" Susan said, "Gale, I became this way all thanks to you!" "You were just whipped. How did your face…" Shawn never touched Susan's face! How did it end up like that?!

It was he who failed to protect his woman and made her suffer so much. "You... Are you okay? Are you going to cry?" In his arms, she saw that the man's dark eyes had become scarlet. She was so surprised that she almost bit off her tongue. ***** "Well..." Subconsciously, she covered her left cheek. "Was it because of my scar?" The scar on her face was scabby, but she was afraid that the battle owl would be sad when she saw it, so she stuck gauze all the time. The beauty of the golden age is gone now. There are many scars on the fairy's face. She turns into an injured kitten. She doesn't know if Ethan dislikes it.

As we stand there, the silence is heavy, filled with the weight of what could have been. Charlotte's face is a grim evidence to the harrowing ordeal she's endured. Bruises bloom across her cheeks and forehead, a sharp contrast to her otherwise pale complexion. Her eyes, once fierce and unyielding, now look hollow and sunken, ringed with dark circles from the trauma. The cut on her lower lip is bandaged, her head is swathed in bandages and her left eye is swollen, partially closed. Her hair, usually meticulously styled, hangs limp and matted with dried blood at the scalp.

Damon said to another maid who went quickly to clothe Scar The nurse came in immediately with a bowl, leaves and other things to look after Scar who was now clothed . Damon unchained her and laid her on the ground for the nurse who did a few things and gave Scar a concoction. " she will wake up soon , she is a pure witch , I suggest you treat with caution." Nurse Abella said as she applied ointment to the bruises on Scars's body " a pure witch ?." Damon asked dumbfounded Never in his life did he know that existed, he wondered what that was and waited for Abella to respond again

She stepped down from the car, looking around, she asked him for her friend's Tina and Bella, he ignored her. “Come on,” he held out his hand towards her. She held a deep breath, a moment of silence stretched between them, as they walked into the church. Aria revealed her eyes by lowering her sunglasses very slowly. People gasped when they recognized her. Their stares pierced through her like she was being stabbed. Despite the stares, Aria maintained her composure and walked forward with raised chin. Her damaged skin showed both an unnatural color and an unbalanced texture. Aria showed her original beauty on one side of her face but the other side revealed the permanent marks of her nightmar

He did not understand why they could still recognize me, even after my face had been scarred beyond recognition. Then, Zachary screamed. Grant was already holding a knife and grabbing Zachary's chin as he cut straight across Zachary's face. All Zachary could do was cover his face and cry out in pain as a deep, bloody scar appeared on his face. At the same time, one of the scars on my face miraculously healed, revealing fully healed flesh and skin. That confirmed Grant and Hannah's suspicion. Startled, Zachary hurriedly tried to contact Victor and Nora, but all he received was silence.