Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

But when the figure lifted its head— Aria’s breath vanished. It was a woman. Tall. Pale. Eyes glowing faintly silver. And then— Aria grabbed the edge of the table. “Luca…” she whispered. The woman’s face— It was sharp. Angular. Beautiful in a cold, unnatural way. But it was the scar on her cheek that made Aria’s knees weaken. A scar Aria had seen before. In dreams. Nightmares. And then the woman spoke in the footage—her voice faint but clear:

She looked more at ease than the last time I saw her, which made me feel slightly better knowing whatever she had to tell me wasn't bad. She was also very pretty. She had a latino complexion and dark waist length hair. Her eyes were big and bright, and her lips held a small friendly simper. She had a scar running from her lower left eye to her left ear, but it just gave her a tough but surprisingly sexy look.

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