Erin Moriarty Ruined Her Face Novels & Stories

The maids looked at her in confusion, wondering how the deep waters changed her into a different person in just a matter of minutes. Her eyes are dead but her face says otherwise. She was smiling. A smile that brings a different kind of horror to the nerves of someone who goes near her. She was acting like she didn't scare everyone else with what she just did. Acting indifferent to her change in mood. "When I finish dressing up kindly call for the King's Physician. I need him to take care of my injuries." Morrigan said as the smile on her face grew wider. Combing her hair continuously. Her sweet hum echoing around the room. A plan was brewing in her mind to finally take out her ace and win t

She does not shed tears of shame and pain and gives herself a last ounce of self-respect. She does not know when Lucien Gray left. By the time Nina Morrison wakes up, it is already dark. Lying motionless for a while, Nina Morrison drags her broken body into the bathroom and feels as if she is all dirty! Her body is all bruised and blue. This man is more cruel than the most cruel devil! Her face is swollen and her lips are broken. The eyes are empty like a dead man. If Lucien Gray does this again, I will be ruined by him. Nina Morrison reaches out and strikes her face in the mirror.

Smack! A crisp slap echoed. The plate shattered to pieces. Cream mixed with porcelain shards plastered her face. The makeup she had spent two hours perfecting now made her look like a melting clown. The crowd instantly exploded. "Jesus! Is this bitch crazy? She actually hit Santino's assistant?" "Those are the Moretti family's people! She has a death wish!" "God save her, she's gonna get skinned alive for this." The crowd pointed fingers, their eyes full of schadenfreude and the pity reserved for a dead woman walking.

Will she ever be the same again? Dr Ma'mun bit his thin lower lip and wondered how to put this as kindly as possible, he found none but could only continue. "Miss Sheriff may never walk again." He sighed out and instead of the tears and wailing that he expected, her mother was clear eyed but a dangerous glint passed through it. "I resigned myself to that fact about an hour ago. I watched again how he single-handedly threw her into the fence. Who could survive that?" Dr Ma'mun passed her the box of tissues for the tear that fell while she spoke.

Or look like someone managing a fake marriage and a biological dependency and approximately fourteen crises. She looked like herself. The version that had existed before everything went wrong. Morana Mortaine before the grief and the accident and Xavier and five years of slow disappearing. I picked up the black heels and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on and tried not to think about how much I was looking forward to seeing Tristan’s face when he saw me in this dress. Failed completely.

“No. We can't. We are bad for each other, Morwena. We are toxic and I am not going to let you kill anyone else.” Morwena’s beautiful face twisted into blinding rage and I didn't wait for her to recover from the rejection. Now that her mind was completely wrapped up in her emotional breakdown, I seized my tiny window of opportunity. I threw my head backward with every single ounce of strength I possessed, smashing the hard base of my skull right into her nose. 'Crunch.'

I think something interesting is happening there’ One thing I hate? Being seen vulnerable. God! I feel like disappearing. I hate being pathetic. Fuck! I need to put this bitch in her place! I muffled a cry as I tried to stand on my feet, but limped and staggered, crashing back to the floor. By then, students already had their phones in the air, taking videos of me. "I thought she's strong. Why is she being all pathetic now?" "What a day to witness the downfall of Vivianne. She's always so full of herself."

I couldn't help but asking myself, why do bad women always have pretty looks? He hummed, "You'll know my rating when the irritated-woman over there gives her rating." I smiled with satisfaction when Moorah's face fell, it had a look like Barra's answer didn't match her expectation. She walked back towards me again and then let me take one of the cookies, but I wasn't that stupid. "I'm on my diet, not eating sweets like this." She looked like she was about to explode like a bomb out of emotion, but she was a cunning girl and too good at covering up her emotions.

Vivienne loomed on the screen, and she was there, graceful and dignified and entirely believable. “I’m offering ten million dollars to anyone who can help find Caelum Morano and his crony Celine Moretti.” Ten million dollars. Enough to turn anyone against us. "Miss Moretti is a threat and an embarrassment. My son may have manipulated her, she might even find herself there under duress. "Anyone who has seen them, or may have information about their whereabouts, is urged to contact police.”

A jagged shard of plastic shot out from the wreckage and slashed across Serena's famously beautiful face with a wet, vicious shrrrip. It carved a deep crimson gash from her cheekbone all the way to the corner of her mouth. So deep the pale layer of subcutaneous fat was visible before blood welled up and spilled in thick rivulets down her jaw and into the collar of her dress. A permanent brand of her sins. Ruined. Shredded. Her beauty, the one weapon she'd wielded her entire life, destroyed in a single, karmic stroke. On her knees in a pool of bloody water and broken glass, Serena clutched her ruined face and screamed like a slaughtered animal. Rex's greatsword remained poised across the back