Blonde Actress With Scar Between Eyebrows Novels & Stories

Watching his steps ,He moved bit by bit . He is sure he is close to where the couches are placed .As he took another step,his forehead hit a wall ...He fell down and lost consciousness. Her eyes are blue ....,her nose pointed ,small lips that form a love shape. Her hair is blonde and it fell on her shoulder .She is putting on a yellow headband ,Gold chain and gold earrings. Her nose is pierced and she have a small tattoo on her arm . She is putting on red baggy trouser and yellow crop top.

She lifts her head, revealing a part of her smooth olive face, obviously trying to access me beneath the safety of her cardigan's large hood. I merely fix her with a cold, hard stare until she gives in on a resigned sigh and pulls off the hood. Her heavy Chestnut hair tumbles over her shoulders, finally free from its confines. She raises her head and I almost do a double take when her face comes into view. She is a beautiful woman...or she once was. An ugly, long scar stretches from her left brow, over her eyelid and extends to her ears. She grips the table with shaky hands, revealing other similar slashes on her wrists and forearms. The scars disappear into her sleeves. Obviously, there's m

He starts speaking but he is interrupted by a voice. I turn to see it’s a girl and she called Roman’s name. She speaks again. “OMG! Roman, it’s really you” she squeals in a really great British accent. She has long platinum blonde hair, Light green eyes and a body that would make Kim Kardashian’s look like child's play.

She then heard many legends about her and admired the woman in front of her from the bottom of her heart. "Are you Miss Britney from the Hammond Group?" Skyler blinked his eyes and asked. "Do you know my friend Britney?" Karsyn smiled brightly at Skyler, then looked at Britney. Britney was somewhat surprised; she really didn't have this face in her memory. Big almond-shaped eyes, thin eyebrows, a straight and high nose bridge, all pieced together on a melon seed-shaped face, exquisitely beautiful. Even in the entertainment industry filled with beauties, it still stands out with a considerable level of recognition.

the director said, laughing heartily. Jessica smiled in gratitude. “Let's prepare for the next scene, the female lead's first appearance. Anna, are you done with the makeup?” “Yes, sir,” the lady referred to as Anna replied, doing some finishing touches on a blonde. Jessica couldn't help but stare at the blonde admiringly. Jennifer Holland—the lead actress. Every movie and film she starred in always ended up being a hit. Just as her acting skills were superb, so was her beauty. Her blonde hair and angelic looks captivated audiences.

~ (72 years earlier) Aren’t you a pretty little thing.” I purred, as I admired the glitter shining from the infinity symbol standing vertically, my newly administered mark, upon the side of this woman's face. I wasn’t even sure of her name, but I didn’t care. She was a vision of loveliness, a petite and delicate beauty with a presence that belied her small stature. Her blonde hair, styled in a chic bob cut, framed her face and accentuated her striking features. Her deep blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, shining brightly with a warmth and kindness that drew me in. Her tanned skin glowed with a healthy, sun-kissed radiance, adding to her natural beauty and effortless charm.

“Wait.” The young girl’s voice cut in suddenly. We both turned to look at her. She was staring at me now, her expression tense. “By any chance…” she started slowly, her voice uncertain. “What did that woman look like?” I frowned slightly, trying to remember clearly. “She had dark hair,” I said. “Not very long, just around her shoulders. Her skin was a bit pale, and she had a small scar near her left eyebrow. She looked… calm, even when it happened.”

VIOLETA I stared at the mirror, frozen. My hand slowly touched my cheek again, just to be sure it wasn’t a dream or some trick of the light. But no—it was real. The scar that had ruined my face for months... was gone. Gone. I couldn’t breathe. My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. My reflection looked like someone I hadn't seen in a long time—me. The real me. The one before the fire. The one before the pain, the fear, the hiding. The one I thought was lost forever.

She was not that shameless. Then she looked up and froze. 'Is that Oscar?' She rubbed her eyes. 'Since when did I have this kind of luck? Can I really go up to him like before?' She dismissed the thought immediately. 'Don't be ridiculous.' Her gaze shifted to the young woman beside him. Oscar was talking and laughing with someone about her age. Irene studied her with narrowed eyes. 'Her hair is slightly blond. She has freckles, and her nose is a bit large. Her mouth too. She's short and flat-chested.'

"Scarlett." "Yes, I'm sorry, Scarlett. But why would you think I'd want to kill you?" She asked in amusement, her eyes holding a certain twinkle. It was then I properly studied her. She was beautiful, with clear skin just like Britteny, save for the crinkled lines by the corners of her eyes and on her forehead. Her lips were painted cherry red, and she had pearl earrings in each ear. Her hair was packed in a slick bun, strands of white hair visible. All in all, she was beautiful.