Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

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.

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

I moved through and blindly, I collided against someone, my hands laying on her two boobs just in time, preventing a total collision. Sharply, I withdrew my hand and looked up to see a woman who should be in her late 40’s. She had her head scraped, leaving her hairless just like Ruto. She had the tattoo of a dragon on her arm, an art that makes her look rebellious. Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area.

Scarlett lounged lazily across Sadie's bed and smirked. "Why are you staring at me like that? It's honestly kind of terrifying. Someone might think you're about to bite my head off." At those words, Mossa instinctively turned to look at Sadie. But Sadie was already smiling sweetly, her face full of warmth and innocence-as if she'd never glared at anyone in her life. Scarlett almost laughed. The speed of that expression change deserved an award. No wonder she was cast as the second female lead in that major drama.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

, Scar scrunched up her nose in distaste, and I frowned looking down at the blouse I was clutching unconsciously, my face contorted into a frown as I threw it back in the basket before looking at her with a blank face and started to laugh. "Damn, you look sexy", I commented as Scar stepped out in a maroon mini dress with a cropped leather jacket, and made cringe actions to her. She rolled her eyes chuckling, and I bit my lip raising my brows. She blushed in embarrassment as a lady passed by, giving us disapproving stares and I clutched my stomach wheezing. "This is so unladylike, young missy", I paused my laughing and turned my head to look at the lady who looked at us with a freaking glare.

Charlie saw that Claudia looked like she was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she seemed to be Eurasian. She had blue eyes, long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and she had brown-black hair. Her features were impeccable. However, although her features were very beautiful and her appearance was also very perfect, there was a burn scar from her right cheek all the way to her neck. The scar was very obvious, and her entire skin had been completely twisted. It was shocking and also a little gruesome.

Now, with her short hair… fuck. Antonio had always had a thing for women with short hair; the way it showcased their pretty necks and gorgeous cheekbones. Not only had Pearl expertly sculpted her hair into a short cut, but she’d dyed it a warm brown, which highlighted her deep blue eyes. She kind-of looked like Demi Moore in the movie “Ghost,” but better, way better. He felt a pull and shoved the attraction aside. Her situation was way too complicated and the last thing she needed was a hungry agent wanting to slide into her bed.