Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

Scarlett gazed at the striking man before her, his soul-piercing emerald eyes drawing her in. With midnight hair, a chiseled jawline, and sensuous thin lips, his appearance was nearly flawless. The only thing that marred his perfection was a scar above his left brow that trailed down to his cheekbone. But even that added to his devilish beauty, giving him a somewhat intimidating, yet sexy, allure.

My friends all looked at me weird but did as I asked. The actress on the screen was absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair reached past her chest and she had the warmest brown eyes I'd ever seen. I was just in awe of her. That's our mate! My wolf Kit said. Are you sure? Don't we usually have to be in like the same room or something? I asked him. I'm tell you she is! He said sharply. I pulled out my phone and looked up her name. "What's going on Beau?" One of my friends asked.

“Can you open your jacket, though?” Olivia had a small smirk playing on her face as she excitedly waited for what the shoplifter was going to do next when suddenly she saw a glimpse of her face. A perfect face behind scars—exactly Olivia Jean’s type. Dakota had a scar vertically halfway across her right eye—just under the eye. Another scar was through her left eyebrow, giving her the eyebrow slit look. Her face was clearly flawed, and that made Olivia want to get involved with her for some reason rather than just watch her steal food in a convenience store and never see her again after.

Holding a tray, Scarlett looked back and answered, “Yes, ma’am.” Scarlett wore the same uniform that every waitress at Mystic Night Garden wore– a short skirt and a halter-neck top, which perfectly revealed her slender and sexy figure. Her temperament, though, was less attractive. She seemed cold and somehow impenetrable. Her chin did not form a delicately curved V-shape. Instead, her face appeared somewhat oval. Her big, almond-shaped eyes were dark green like the still water of the lake on fall days and complimented her dark brown eyebrows. Her rosy red lips and pearl white teeth brought out her natural beauty even more. Her dimples, though, appearing in rare moments when she broke into a

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

he said as Jasmine scanned her from top to bottom. Scar was a beautiful, built woman, light in color, about 5 inches taller than Jasmine, with long black straight hair that was messily placed in a ponytail. She had big lips, flawless eyes, and a cute nose then there was the meaning behind her name Scar. On the right side of her neck was a scar that added to her look. Scar looked skillful and it immediately intimated Jasmine.

"Hi Sara." "Hi, I'm so sorry," the blond girl says, and I finally look away from Zac and look at her. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair was cut below her shoulders in waves shaping her long oval yet defined face. Her body was thin, seemingly toned and she was around Zac's height. Her eyes were almond shaped and a bright shade of blue. She looked like a runway model and an instant pang of jealousy coursed through my body. Everything she was, I was the opposite.

If she acted this way, would she even do the job properly? Or did she think this was a joke?! Just then, Michelle emerged from the office, attempting to maintain an air of professionalism as her eyes darted around in search of that certain Blonde. Just when her eyes fell on Scar, she frowned deeply. 'The bimbo is even busy on her phone! How unprofessional' Now the thing is, Mich after seeing Scar in person felt threatened by her incredibly good looks. Though they both had blonde hair, Scar’s looked so much natural. She on the other hand, always added a few color tint here and there to keep the blonde intact.

She was never such firm and assertive while denying anyone. Sara Owen wiped her tears and breathed deeply while getting out of the gate. Just then, her eyes fell on a beautiful woman who smiled at her when their gaze met. Sara Owen narrowed her eyes and recognized the pretty young lady who had been standing in the corner near her blue car. She was Scarlette Reddy, an actress. Before Sara Owen could react, the driver in a white uniform interrupted her. “Madam wants to talk to you.” Sara Owen looked at the woman who was looking captivating in a short red dress and black sunglasses. Her red lips were curled into an arrogant smile and her arms were folded near her chest. She was thinner.

She’s in a black blazer, holding a tablet, her smile polite and professional. But I’d know her anywhere. That mouth. Those eyes. That scar just beneath her jawline that she thinks no one notices. It’s her. It’s Maya Serrano. Or at least it was. Now, she calls herself Jenna Carr. My mouth curls into a pleased grin as I zoom in on the image. “Found you.”