Beth Dutton Face Scars Novels & Stories

It was too beautiful of a night to not take a walk, so they did after making out a bit more. Every store had become familiar for the blonde and thinking about how it was because of her frequenting on that street with her partner made her smile. Their story of how they ended up together was funny and cute to think about, and she would love to share it to the world someday if she would ever get the chance. “Where did you get the scars on your face and hands?” Olivia asked as she turned to her. “This scar is caused by my stupidity. I was playing with knives when I was 10 and accidentally slashed myself.” Dakota pointed at the scar under her right eye. Next, she pointed at her slit left eyebrow.

I waved in his face to be sure he wasn’t actually frozen and he blinked twice before he focused his gaze on me and I saw him swallow hard. “Is anything wrong Damon? You looked like you saw a ghost just now” I asked him and he looked me over. “The scars on your back Jenny. I just saw them when your sleeve fell and there were so many, what happened to you? Who did that to you?” he asked with panic and worry in his voice and my face fell just as my mood got sour immediately. I never wanted him to see that, I never wanted any of them to see the many scars that I had on my body but then at that moment, I remembered that it was Rita who dressed me up which meant that she saw it all but didn’t say

As long as I was on Gil's back, my aura repelled him enough to be bearable for Gil. Drix and I were not on talking terms. Scarlette returned when I was asleep so I wasn't able to help him control his temper. Scarlette had a large scar on her arm and cheek that was struggling to heal. It looked like she was burnt with flame and then strangled with something. No one would tell me what happened so I commanded Gillian to tell me what happened. My command held superiority over Drix when it came to guard-gifted so Gil confessed.

One could imagine how painful and miserable it was when it was inflicted. Peter’s pupils constricted. “How did you get injured?” The little lady that once followed him about and called his name now had dim eyes and was expressionless. She ignored her sister trying to stop her, and took off her black mask in front of Peter. Her white face was like a wall that was mottled, and the entire shape of her mouth had changed. That was not all. Britney pushed aside the long hair that was covering her neck and the fair skin from her chin to her neck was not smooth but instead, covered with scars after serious injuries.

Lucas told her matter-of-factly. The girl he called Annabelle scrunched her nose at me. The young child’s scrutiny made me feel self-conscious for the first time in my life. The electrocution had scarred my body, a jagged pink scar spread across my face. Rory hadn’t been certain if it would ever fade, the longer it took for Raina to heal my broken body, the more likely the scars would be permanent. “What’s wrong with your face?” Annabelle demanded. “I don’t like it.”

Bethany nodded, “That's right. He has a fiancée. Shouldn't I keep my distance from him?" "I ...why suddenly" Roseanne didn't know what to say in all of this. Bethany pointed at her face, "Enough! Instead of gossiping about me and Mr. Meyer, you should look at your face. I'm afraid you'll have scars on your face." "What?" After hearing this, Roseanne hurriedly took out a small mirror from her bag to check her face. Seeing that there were a few bloody scratches on her face, she immediately screamed. Bethany covered her ears, "What are you doing?"

Whitney was wailing inside the room. Her beautiful face was now a terrifying sight, as it was covered with injuries. Blood trickled down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor. "Aaargh!" she screamed in pain, struggling with all her strength. However, Morris held on tightly to her hair as he slashed her face again and again! "Ms. Sutton, don't blame me. This is all because your ex-husband offended someone that he shouldn't have offended," he said viciously as the dagger slashed her face open again. A bloody gash opened up on her face.

Scars covered my face. I run my palm over my scars. Alpha Damon told me never to hurt my face. He will whip me again when he comes back. Maybe they will fade by then. I take a deep breath, lowering my hand to the scars that run down the hem of the blue flowy dress draped on my body. Does it belong to their girlfriend? Sasha said, they should have a girlfriend. I feel a punch in my stomach, a wave of hot blood flowing through my body. My throat constricts, the airflow suddenly reducing around me.

He personally reached out to take off the hat for Vera, then her face was shown. Dylan subconsciously avoided it at the beginning because he had seen Vera’s photo on the news. She was extremely ugly. Her face had been burned by fire, so there was a scar on the left side of her face. It looked terrifying. So, Dylan subconsciously turned around. He dared not look at her. But curiosity still made him turn back and look over. He was mentally prepared. No matter how ugly she was, he could not be afraid. Then, he plucked up his courage, looked up, and looked at Vera’s face.

Back then, Sonny would not even let Duncan hold him because of the scar on his face. To this day, Duncan had not gone under the knife to remove the scar. Liberty knew the story behind the scar and understood the reason he kept the imperfection on his face. The lesion on his face had been quite alarming when she first met him, but Liberty had grown accustomed to seeing it. In fact, her heart went out to Duncan as the cut to his flesh must have been very painful. “Is your bodyguard still outside?” Liberty inquired in a soft voice. Duncan answered, “He is. He won’t leave as long as I’m here.”