Beth Dutton Face Scars Novels & Stories

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

If it was not for her brave and courageous act, we would all be nothing but slaves for the rogues. It was not easy for anyone to just claim the title of the she wolf warrior. She was one of the most powerful she wolves. And it was definitely not easy to become the Pride of the Alpha. She made her place after that night. The same night when she lost her beautiful face and almost lost her life as well. It was as scary as death to see her panting as if she was about to die. It was true. She would have died that night if it was not for the enchantresses who had used her powers to heal her. But I definitely never understood why they were not able to heal that scar. She never liked that scar on he

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Her eyes turned red as if she wanted to leap and tear Emma apart! The best doctor? Emma chuckled lightly. She had given Emily this scar as a special gift, fearing that even Hippocrates couldn't heal it! Her gaze shifted to Luna Sandra; next, it would be her turn! In the Aldwick Hospital, The doctor Swan applied medicine to Emily's face, and Emily looked at him with hope in her eyes. The doctor sighed and said, "Fifth young lady, your face cannot be restored to its original state." Emily's expression suddenly changed, and she forcefully slammed the teacup onto the floor, crying loudly. Luna Jinny and Erica rushed over, holding handkerchiefs to wipe her tears.

All four of them had been horrible to me throughout middle and high school, all while Atlas stood by silently, that insufferable look of indifference on his face. Duke Kentworth had been through some changes of his own. His hair was still the shade of midnight, unruly as it sat on his head, but now grazed the nape of his neck. Duke had always been large, built like a linebacker. He lost some of the roundness in his face, his jawline jutting out in sharp angles. What truly captured my attention was the scar running down his cheek. It was a light shade of pink, slightly raised as though it had just healed. While werewolves healed fast, we were still able to scar just as a human would. Instead

She owes me way more than sorry. "Save it," I said, and picked up my pace. Selene was standing outside the healing den when we arrived. She looked like she’d been crying. "Rhea, are you okay?" she asked, glancing at the bandage on my arm. "I'm fine. How's Dexter?" Selene's face fell. "See for yourself." I took a deep breath and entered the den. Vira followed behind me. Dexter lay on a mat, a wreck. Deep, jagged claw marks from shoulder to waist, like they tried to tear him open. His legs were mangled. I broke down immediately. Vira, Selene, and the healer stared as I sobbed.

“B*tch! You’ve been vigilantly guarding against letting others recognize your real identity, haven’t you!?" Deirdre realized what Blake intended to do from his words and was stunned. But when she was about to stop him, Blake had already pulled off the bandage, revealing her entire face. Blake was frightened the moment he saw Deirdre's face was riddled with scars, which appeared red, swollen, and scary. Could she be Charlene McKinney? Recalling the glamorous woman wearing a custom-made long dress in the data, Blake felt a chill down his spine. "How is that possible!?"

“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.