Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

“Friends don’t hug each other intimately. Besides, I saw the woman around the office, and I could see why Aria's acting like that. She’s drop-dead gorgeous.” “Wait,” he held out his hand. “Can you describe her looks to me?” “Umm,” Adriel tried her best to recall the woman she saw a while ago. “Blonde curly hair. Blue eyes. She looks like a country girl—but a very preppy country girl. She also seems to be fond of the color red.” “Shit,” Zeth cursed. “Is it possibly...Scarlett?” he muttered under his breath. “Scarlett?” Adriel asked. “You know her?”

Rozelyn muttered. “You’re welcome,” replied the woman. Her smile reaches her ears, illuminating her already beautiful face. Rozelyn took a glimpse of the woman as the latter took a sip from the champagne glass. Her hair was the color of a red wine. Her skin was definitely of an English or Irish complexion—or probably both. And her eyes…her eyes were identical to her. It was emerald green eyes that sparkled as the woman faced her again. ‘She could be identical to my mother Visenna if not for the fading scar in her neck…’ Rozelyn thought.

She doesn't have time there even though she is surrounded by different men. No one can deny how beautiful Ciandrei is. She looked like a celebrity. Right! She looks like a young Angeline Jolie because her lips are similar to the woman. Her hazelnut brown eyes are also very beautiful. Her nose is pointed, and her eyebrows are fine, and the eyelashes are long. She has brown and long wavy hair. Right now she is wearing a red tube dress that accentuated her white complexion. No doubt, he was like an angel.

Nevertheless, she could notice the difference as soon as she walked closer, they might look alike when they were immobile, but there were still dissimilarities between them once they started moving around, and they were two totally distinct individuals. Moreover, the actress had a stiff face and heavy makeup on. Her skin was bad with large pores, and she had to touch up her makeup every half an hour to conceal the blackheads on her nose. Besides, the scar left from plastic surgery could be obviously seen on her face. There was no doubt her daughter was the prettier one! The woman seemed to be a big shot as she had eight assistants following her around, all as busy as a beaver. Some served he

I sensed anxiety dancing in her eyes. “And you, Miss Muriel. Do you also love listening?” Scarlett’s twin sister, Skylar faced me. They were identical but with a noticeable difference. While Scarlett has large eyes, Skylar has close-set, small, light brown eyes that peered into everyone else’s eyes. She has the same hairstyle and color as Scarlett. Both were wearing similar dresses. Only if you look into their eyes will you know who is who. I looked at all the eyes on me and a lump formed in my throat. Why did she notice me?

Dezrael opened her eyes and looked at the flickering light of the candle in front of her, smiling triumphantly. She was beautiful, like you would expect a movie star to be. She had long blue-black hair that came down to her mid-back with full lips and soft green eyes. In a way, she reminded you of a gypsy, with her olive skin and exotic cheek bones.

So it's very surprising to Bernice that Tiffany doesn't know who Scarface is. “Are you asking me this question to annoy me or are you just plain stupid?” Bernice is almost raising her voice. “Well, I'll not pretend. I don't know anyone by that name. You can insult me all you want but that's not what friends do.” Tiffany says calmly. “What about Alicia Waters? Do you know anyone by that name?” Bernice whispers. Tiffany's eyes brighten up. “Yes of course Bernice. That girl with a scar on her..... Wait a minute, is that where you got the name? And how the hell did you expect me to join the dots you evil brat?”

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

I couldn’t wait to get home and sneak myself a very, very cold shower. “Make up an excuse for me?” I asked, turning to her bright brown eyes again. Amanda is stupid pretty and she doesn’t give a fuck. Dark brown hair, dark chocolate eyes, and lips like fucking Angelia Jolie! She’s a choppy girl, I guess, but with her big boobs, big ass, and an attitude and confidence for days, people tend not to notice.

A beautiful blond woman stood in front of us. She had blue eyes, full pink lips, and a little boy beside her. The boy had blue eyes and dark brown hair. He was a mirror image of his father. I gasped at the sight of them. She was about the same but different with age. She had a defined scar above her eyebrow that hadn't been there prior to the accident. “Tia?” I breathed. “Hey,” Tia said and smiled. The little boy smiled too. I expected Tia to snap at both of us and run away.