Characters With Scars On Their Face Novels & Stories

He was also wearing a napkin around his face like everyone out here but he radiated the energy of a leader. I gulped and stepped back when he walked towards me and bent down to my face level. His soaking hair was covering his eyes so he pushed them back with the help of his hand making my eyes go even wider when they landed on the scar on his right eye. The scar started from his eyebrow and ended on his upper cheek as if someone tried to damage his eye with a knife. A scar on the eye? The scar face. I was indeed right. He is their leader. "Where is that little boy?" He asked.

Are they brothers? I take them in one by one, noting the details of their faces. One of them is particularly distinct, a nasty scar running straight through his left eye. There’s no color in it, the iris clouded over and grey. My uncles Emmanuel and Montero are covered in all kinds of scars, and I’ve watched Aunt Natalya stitch up some of the gnarliest of injuries, so I’m used to seeing these sorts of things.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

, Anna heard a voice saying and she wondered who it was coming from. She heard a switch somewhere and the room was lit and she Gould see the faces. She did not need to be told who Scarface was as she could see it on his face. The scar on his face ran from his forehead down to his neck and she wondered who had left such a nasty mark. The rest of his face wasn't in good shape either. He had burns on his skin as if he had been in a fire. It was an ugly mess. His mouth was twisted to the side. She couldn't even bare looking at him, he sure looked scary.

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

If I didn’t have Jolie and Jessica by my side, I wouldn’t have been able to get everything done. I get up and go to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with such force that the windows rattle in their frame. I take a quick shower, then stare at my reflection in the mirror, hoping Edric will be done and gone by the time I’m finished in the bathroom. I’m almost completely healed, apart from a small scar on the side of my face, close to my left eye – it’s not big, but it’s noticeable. I run my fingers over the thick ridges of skin. There’s a similar, bigger scar on my collarbone, running from my clavicle to my shoulder, another one on my stomach, but the biggest and worst of the scars is a rag

Charity stared at the man before her without blinking her eyes. His face was still the same, but it looked unfamiliar at the same time. It had been a few months since Charity last saw Chester. There used to be a wound on his face, but with the stitches removed, there was now a scar the length of a finger at the corner of his eye. Some people looked ugly with a scar, and although Chester’s good-looking appearance was greatly affected, that scar added a tinge of untamed and wild spirit to his looks. Chester used to look handsome, and no one could ever tell from his face how evil and harsh he was. However, he now gave off a feeling that he was not to be offended.

I loosened myself from the impromptu embrace with Angel, eager to see this play out. Blood was rushing out of my attacker's nose, and his mouth was missing two teeth as he cried out in pain. Tears and saliva as well as blood mixed together, pouring down his face. Perfect. I did a happy dance inside my head, the one I couldn't wait to recreate in real life once the MC members left the premises. My head throbbed painfully, a reminder that it was hit with a heavy glass cup earlier, and I couldn't hold back my wince. As if my wince summoned the attention of the gang leader—notoriously known as Scar with the amount of scars decorating his scary face—his eyes met with mine.

“We will be just like them. Carefree and happy. Just us!” The image felt so vivid that it almost hurt. Zylar started whimpering for our mate now. But that prolonged gaze made me notice a strange thing. A scar! There was a faint line, thin, pale, but unmistakable, cutting across Adrian's face. It was like a sharp object had sliced his face in half. The moment Zylar noticed it, she spoke seriously. “Liora, when did this scar appear on Adrian’s face? I haven’t seen it before.”

He shot again in English. I finally looked at him, glaring hard. Half of his face had a beard sitting on it, a long scar from the side of his face to his cheek and I caught a gold tooth when he spoke. I wasn't going to be stubborn right now, so I just glared at him and stood to my feet. I placed my hands over my exposed breasts and butt, trying to cover what's left of my dignity. I pulled my feet towards where the other girls were bathing. They all seemed scared, some had visible scars on their faces and bodies. My hand came to my face and I winced, remembering that asshole who hit me.