Novel & Cerita Characters With Scars On Their Face

HAZEL POV. I saw everything that night. The second that gunshot rang out, I bolted. My legs moved before my mind did. I ran straight for the garden, heart pounding, dread clawing at my spine. And there they were. Jake, Liz, and Ariana. Jake had his back to me. His hand out, trembling slightly. Liz was frozen. And Ariana… she looked like the devil. Holding a gun—aimed right at Liz. But then Jake did it—he took off the mask. And I saw his face. All of it. The side he always kept hidden, even from the world that once worshipped him. The scars—it was brutal. The lines were jagged, uneven… a silent kind of suffering.

his face. Years in the mafia had made bruises and scars seem like a normal thing to me. I thought I had seen it all, but I gaped at the sight of his face, not because I was irritated; no, but because anyone who had such scars would most definitely be very dangerous. The left side of his face was marred by a large burn scar, starting from under his hairline down to his cheek, the damage so severe it nearly blinded his left eye, his hair was a mess of long wild locks that fell over his face, as if he wore them that way on purpose. And one more thing, they were mahogany, just like mine.

Kaida Pov In the middle of the crowd lay a figure groaning in pain after being thrown hard onto the ground. Dressed in a black dress, her long hair, which had always been packed neatly, now lay scattered around her head. Though in pain, she still glared fiercely at the crowd, but what attracted attention was the scar that had destroyed her face—the scar stretched from her forehead to her lips, making her look terrifying. But even if her face was destroyed, I could still recognize her anywhere. My breath caught in my throat. I blinked once, then twice, unable to believe my eyes.

Why? I closed my eyes and sighed before plucking up a fresh tissue from the box and wiping the water off my face. The blood was gone but the scars remained. In the process of dealing with a ton of wolves, I was gifted with numerous scars all over my body and some on my face. I stopped counting after the tenth one I received from a man who was strong like Leander.

"I thank Dad for the wife I have, I can control her she is submissive and not a holigan like these" Back at the battlefield She looked the boys with contempt "You bastards I will kill you!!!! She shouted, throwing the broken bottle in her hands at one of them. But the guy with pocket knife got in the way and slashed Mara on her face. Giving her a scar. "Oh.... The heroine is injured" PA Lee said with concern Ethan didn't reply he faced the documents in his hand. She looked back.... Evelyn is injured but not as bad as Lucian she is dragging Lucian away... Mara also fled. The boys let them off but they too also have scars.

As it comes away, I'm struck by the sight of his features in full for the first time. Several jagged scars mar one side of his face, beginning at the temple and cascading down his cheekbone, ending near his jawline. The scars are raised and rugged, and the skin is discolored in places. As I gaze upon Andrei's face, I sense a deep uncertainty and insecurity in Andrei's expression, no matter how hard he tries to mask it. His vulnerability touches my heart, and I feel compelled to offer him comfort. Gently, I lean forward and press a tender kiss upon his skin

She handed her drink over to one of the other girls and straightened her black-wrap dress. Andrea chewed the inside of her mouth. Just because he had a scar on his face didn't mean he was an anti-hero. It didn't define who he was. Zain was...classic hero material. Not that there was anything wrong with Deadpool or Wolverine, but they weren't Zain's type.

He removed his mask down and the huge scar frightened her. The scar moved from his forehead down to his chin. Half of his face carrannoying the ugly scar. It looked so permanent and ugly yet, he did not seem bothered about it. “I am sorry that I frightened you with my scar. It won't bite you ” His face turned sour as he apologized. Perkins did not also think that even her would be terrified of his scar. He was depressed about that. “Me? Terrified? Not really. It is just that this thing would have cost you your face and lot of blood. ”

"Oh no I am hideous, all the scars I have, such a terrible sight." "Your scars are beautiful." "Even the one across my face?" Prince Mangus asked. "Especially the one across your face." They smiled faintly to each other. "Scars are reminders of not what you have been through but you have overcome so you are just a wonder of a sight." "Wow, you are so nice, I guess it really was just me bringing out the hostility in you," he said and they chuckled. "I did say that," she said and they chuckled on.

The fabric fell away to reveal a pale, scarred face with entirely black eyes that had no whites in them… just endless, bottomless darkness that seemed to swallow the light around them. The scars crisscrossed his features like a roadmap of violence, each one telling a story of pain inflicted or received. When he smiled, his teeth were too sharp, too white, like a predator's. "Here, little spark, I'll be able to kill you without any interference whatsoever. No prince. No guards. No salvation. Just you, me, and your beautiful spirit marrow."