Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

She did not need to look for long to recognize the feminine figure, so well-dressed that it seemed to have been crafted by stylists. The person who entered was none other than the blonde who was accompanying Aaron at the casino, at the last cocktail party Lara attended. His companion. She entered that space with slow steps and a rehearsed smile. "What a coincidence to see you here," the blonde commented. "Lara Carson, right?" Lara nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation. "I am Sabrina Carper. You must have heard of me." "Maybe," Lara smiled without showing her teeth. That was Sabrina Carper, one of the most famous models on the continent. Beautiful, tall, and slim.

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?”

My veil was the same white tulle with the lace flower design along the bottom. My hair and makeup are simple. The one request Nic had was to not mess with my curls. He didn't want my hair straightened at all. I decided to keep my curls, mostly for him. We pulled my hair back into a low bun and pinned it tightly to my head. We left strands of my hair out to frame my face. My makeup is very natural. I didn't want anything over the top. Scarlet did my eyebrows, she said it was a must. (Just like a damn bikini wax. Ps that shit was painful). My eyeshadow was a shimmery brown with a dark brown color on the outside. I also had eyeliner, but no wing, and mascara. We added light pink blush to my che

He sits on the bed, eyes on the floor. Then I whisper, “So Cindy was there. With her Pradas.” He looks up, eyes narrow. “We figured … from the hospital surveillance. But we couldn’t see her face … what does she look like?” “Tall, brown eyes, boyish build, bleached bob hair, a young Lady Gaga on a caffeine bender and a moral mission,” I try to describe her as best as possible. “Nothing special. Except that she’s crazy as fuck.” “Oh, and she has a long scar on the side of her neck … not older than a year, I would say.”

It was surreal, like stepping into a different world. That’s when I saw her. She stood at the end of the hallway, surrounded by a small entourage, clearly in her own little bubble of fame. Scarlet de Vries—a rising starlet known more for her tabloid antics than her actual acting skills. Her long blonde hair was immaculately styled, and she wore oversized sunglasses even indoors. There was an air of entitlement about her, like the world owed her something simply for existing. As I passed by, she glanced in my direction, her expression quickly turning sour. She pulled down her sunglasses just enough to give me a once-over, her lips curling into a slight sneer.

I slowly opened the door and peeked out only to find a tall girl standing while looking at me. "Yes?" I asked her with a frown and she waved at me. "I'm Taurus." She said and I frowned even more. What kind of a name is that? "How can I help you?" I asked. She somehow looks familiar. I don't really remember where I saw her. "Um, are you Aurora?" She asked and I nodded. "Oh, Aurora I'm from the scars." She said and my eyes widened. From the scars? What is she doing here and where is her mask?

Her silver-streaked hair was pulled back into a loose clip, and her face bore the delicate, elegant bone structure that Scarlett had inherited—the same high cheekbones, the same sharp, inquisitive set of the jaw. But it was her eyes that made Scarlett’s breath catch in her throat. They were a brilliant, clear green—the exact same shade that looked back at Scarlett every morning in the mirror. Grace Voss stared at the young woman standing in the rain. Her lips parted, but no sound came out for three agonizing heartbeats. Her gaze scanned Scarlett’s face, tracing the small scar near her eyebrow, the dark circles of exhaustion beneath her eyes, and the raw, unarmored vulnerability of her postur