Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows の小説・ストーリー

As usual, she has remembered that my favourite cuisine is Eastern cuisine. “She’s changed,” I reveal to her as I finish the last spoonful of rice. “Arabelle?” Lara smirks, tousling her dark reddish-brown hair. Her hair is a little wavy at the ends, a natural characteristic of the vampiric race in her world. “You too, have changed, haven’t you?”

And even in doing so, she still felt the warm linger of Reid's eyes still on her. The beautiful lady had long golden hair, that fell down her back in curly ringlets. Whoever this woman was, she commanded the room, everyone looked at her with love and respect. When Maya looked closer, she saw that the woman had a long scar that started at the base of her neck and disappeared under the blouse she was wearing, and even then, she was still flawless

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.”

Her gold lace mask complemented her dress beautifully, and her blue eyeshadow made the brown color of her eyes pop. But as we gathered our things to head out, Bella’s gaze fell on my neck. “Hey, your hair straightener burn is still there,” she noted, pointing to the faint crescent-shaped scar that peeked out from beneath a few tendrils of my hair. I had dabbed some concealer on it to cover it, as I had been doing often these days, but it wasn’t enough to hide it completely from this close. Instinctively, my hand flew up to cover the mating mark. “Oh, that. Yeah, it’s just a really bad scar. Can’t seem to get rid of it.”

She moved between guests with a quiet‚ practised grace‚ and she didn't see me‚ but I saw her. I saw every inch of her. The slope of her neck. The way her lips pressed together when she concentrated. The small‚ almost invisible scar near her left eyebrow from when she'd tripped on the steps of the university library and laughed about it for a week. Five years older‚ thinner‚ with shadows under her eyes that hadn't been there before‚ but unmistakably‚ irreversibly‚ catastrophically her. Zoey. My Zoey.

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?!"