Characters With Scars On Their Face Novels & Stories

The only thing that saves us is that his wife and her other husbands care for us enough to call us their little brothers. His phone dings and he glances down at it. The scar on the right side of his face is more noticeable as he is looking down since it runs through his eyelid. He is lucky to even see out of that eye. The scar starts at his hairline and runs down through his eye to his chin. It does make him appear more rugged and less epicene. He is a gorgeous man with white hair, full bow-shaped lips, a boyish face, and a cut physique. His personality, however, is artic and frightening.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

she finally declared, her voice steady despite the underlying uncertainty. With deliberate movements, she reached up and removed the veil that concealed her face. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her true appearance. Sheila's facial scar twisted across her cheek like a dark, jagged river, its presence dominating her features with an undeniable rawness. Beneath it, her skin bore the marks of a tumultuous journey, contorted into ridges and valleys that spoke of pain and resilience.

Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

I nodded and went into the bathroom before she asks any more questions. Going into the bathroom and I peeled off my gown the scarf around my neck along with my pop-socks remaining my bra and pant on I looked at the mirror to see the reflection of the ugly thing I have become. My body was decorated with different sizes of scars, some healed up already, while some are still healing up. I saw a red spot close to my ribcage, touching it was painful, my ribcage must have broken when James kicked me yesterday. The only part in my body with no scar is my face, they purposely don't hit on my face so others won't be suspicious of them and get their reputation ruined, I didn't know when tears began es

In front of me were two muscle builders. Well not really. They have the looks but the scars on their faces made them look....well you know. Like a gangster. One of them was bald with a few scars on his body and face. He would have been handsome if it weren't for the few missing teeth. I wonder where his teeth are. And beside him is a brunette. He was very muscular. It's like 100% of his body is made out of muscles. He was also full of scars. One of them was connected to his lips making it look like his lips were sewn. Creepy.

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

On the left side of his face was a scar, running deep, but not enough to destroy his charming features. "Mother, you should talk to Ragaleon…." "You almost died! Johanna screamed, her fist clenched. All the exasperation that had been surging through her being was suddenly erupting. "Yes, I know that…. "You could have been blind! Left with only one eye! She hissed, gazing at the scar on the left side of his face. The scar cut through his brows and then continued under his eyes down to his cheeks. William felt anger boiling in his blood. Why was she screaming at him?

There was no scar. ​She stared at the unblemished skin, a deep frown touching her brow. In the chaotic future she had left behind, Julian Cross was a legendary, untouchable figure—a man whose very name commanded terror in the lawless sectors. Yet, she distinctly remembered seeing a horrific, jagged, twisting scar running from his collarbone down to his shoulder blade. It looked like a wound from a violent blast, the kind of injury that should have left a man crippled, though he carried it like armor.