Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

She looks… happy. Someone else approaches the mirror, a tall, blonde figure, not more than forty years old, with only a towel around his waist. I watched every single detail on that handsome fella my other self seems to have slept with. His eyes are a really light brown, almost yellow, even, his skin is slightly tanned, he has a discreet pointy nose, and a gorgeous mouth, even though he has a scar from his left eyebrow that barely skips his eye and goes over his nose and disappears under his right jaw. He looks right at me, making me as red as a tomato. I let my shame go, and knock on the mirror, calling my own name, but he does not listen to me nor hears my calls.

Being good-looking was a bonus as well. With pure blonde hair, average height, shiny big eyes, plump lips, and eye-drawing curves that filled her black lengthy dress. But an Omega. Scarlett De Luca. "Mate," my wolf spoke as my eyes lingered on her. It had only occurred to me that she stared at me for the same reason, utter skepticism. There was no way that I would be fated to an Omega. My wolf repeated the same thing, and the sudden attraction to be near her only made things worse.

Scarlett's face had gone from red to pale in the space of seconds. "And there's more," Sophie said, clearly enjoying herself immensely. "The height differential suggests someone quite tall—at least six foot two, perhaps six foot three. The particular pattern of wrinkles on your blouse indicates strong hands, possibly large hands, the kind that belong to someone who rows crew or plays tennis." She paused, studying Scarlett's face with scientific interest. "Dark hair," she continued thoughtfully. "very dark brown, almost black, with just the faintest hint of silver at the temples. And eyes... mmm, yes, definitely blue eyes. The kind of deep blue that photographs beautifully but can look almost

Something was off about the way we were looking at that picture. I paced from the fridge to the table, picking up the image. Quinn watched me. Hailey too. I tilted the image and looked at it again. “This isn't a man. This is a woman. She has a scar on her left eyebrow. Its blur but I can still tell its there. I have a bunch who she is.” “Who?” Quinn rose his chair. “I think this is Samantha Matteo.”

His face… Sharp cheekbones. Clean jaw. A mouth that did not look friendly but made you wonder what it would feel like when he stopped talking. His eyes were blue. Beside him stood a tall blonde woman in a silver slip dress. I recognized her face after two seconds, a model I had seen a few times on YouTube, walking for brands that made women willing to give up carbs just to look elegantly miserable. Her name was probably Celeste. Or Celine. Or something that sounded expensive when whispered by a French photographer.

I hurriedly went to him and asked "Doctor h-how is she?" My voice cracked "She is completely fine. She hit her head with something which caused her to faint and open up the old scar that was on her head. Which caused the bleeding" The doctor said "Old scar?" I asked confused "Yes, the area where she got hit was already cut before. But yes her foot is injured and she will have difficulty walking for a month or two. Rather than that she is fine. She has not woke up yet and it will take her time"

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

I said. "What does she look like?" She asked. "Currently, she has brown hair, brown contact lenses, about 5'8, cocky," I described Scarlett and she took note. "I'll blow the whistle when we see her, two for gone, one for approaching," She said. "Thanks,"

she shot back, once she was sure she wasn’t about to wobble off her chair again. Despite our shared genetics, Cin looked nothing like me. Well, okay, she was lucky enough to share my small, straight nose and full lips, but that was where our similarities ended. She was all pale and waif-like, with delicately arched blonde eyebrows and a splash of freckles across her nose, as if a painter had flicked their brush over it. My gaze hovered on the small scar slicing down the left side of her lips, my heart knotting over the old injury.

Elena's captivating presence was impossible to ignore, and as she made her way through the crowd with Scarlett by her side, all eyes remained fixed on the enchanting vision before them. Elegantly gracing her neck was a sophisticated necklace featuring an exquisite arrangement of diamond stones, perfectly complementing a matching pair of dangle earrings. Her hair was styled in glamorous waves that framed her face beautifully, while her makeup was applied with a light touch, enhancing her natural features without overpowering them. The true showstoppers, however, were her sparkling eyes, which radiated an irresistible charm and captivated everyone who met her gaze.