Characters With Scars On Their Face 소설 & 이야기

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.

“I want to know.” I felt his hand grip my face, forcing me to look at him. The torchlight was now shining on his face, and I had to force myself not to recoil in horror. His face was scarred and disfigured, as if he had been attacked by someone with a knife. I felt my stomach lurch as I took in the sight of his grotesque features, and I struggled to maintain my composure.

The clank of metal snapped me out of the hell my mind was sinking into, and I looked at the person approaching. The soft light in the cell came on, illuminating the space, and a familiar face that I had long forgotten walked into the cell. I was in complete shock. He looked the same except for the greys, the little wrinkles and the scar across the right side of his face. It also seemed like he had been away from the sun for a while. I couldn't believe my eyes. We all thought he was dead. I saw him fall during the battle; the scar on his face was Tamia's wolf's doing. Kaira was vicious that day: I couldn't believe my eyes.

His dark hair is tousled by the ride, framing his chiselled face, and his piercing eyes surveys everything around him. I gasp softly when I notice the faint, yet distinct, scars that marres his face and neck. They are as a result of the altercation, where in a fit of anger, I had thrown things at him. One scar runs from just below his left ear down to the edge of his jawline, a thin, silvery line. Another, slightly more jagged, curves along his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

My skin buzzed beneath his touch, and I couldn’t resist taking him in. His eyes were hard, the deep blue appearing darker in the dim lighting, intensifying his anger. His temples ticked as he clenched his jaw, giving away his anger. His perfect pink lips were just as I had remembered, but the scruff of his beard had made him look ruggedly handsome. A thin, barely noticeable scar ran down his right cheek, and my heart ached, knowing he had probably gotten it during his time overseas. What horrors had he witnessed? How many times had he been hurt?

I felt the weight of his gaze, cold and unreadable. His face was hard, weathered like he’d seen too much. And then I saw it—the scar. It ran jagged from just above his left eyebrow, slashing diagonally down through his eye, and ending at the corner of his lip. The skin around it looked old, healed, but it cut through his expression, twisting his face into something crueler, something that made my stomach tighten with unease.

Lucas told her matter-of-factly. The girl he called Annabelle scrunched her nose at me. The young child’s scrutiny made me feel self-conscious for the first time in my life. The electrocution had scarred my body, a jagged pink scar spread across my face. Rory hadn’t been certain if it would ever fade, the longer it took for Raina to heal my broken body, the more likely the scars would be permanent. “What’s wrong with your face?” Annabelle demanded. “I don’t like it.”

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

I murmur. I tear my gaze away and look down. Honestly, I’m not sure how I should feel. I'm confused. I don’t want to offend him, but I don’t know if it’s all right to look at his face. His face... It has severe burn scars. A portion of the right side has irregular fibrous tissues. It seems to have been sliced several times. The cuts go from his forehead down to his right cheek. He doesn't even have an eyebrow there; it’s as if there's no more flesh but only dead skin. I remember him telling me about the acid poured on his face.

I do my best not to growl at her, but my sister tests my patience on a daily basis. She huffs and rolls her eyes at me, taking a seat across from my desk. Renz walks in and takes the seat next to her. “Oh my Goddess! Renz! What happened to your face?” Viviana exclaims now that she has a closer look at Renz. His face has some pretty nasty scars. The only way to get scars like that would be if his wolf was suppressed and he wasn’t allowed to heal.