Erin Moriarty Ruined Her Face Novels & Stories

he said, his voice firm. Emma felt a sense of despair wash over her. She had been betrayed by the man she was growing to love, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. No one was coming to save her. Immediately, Morris clasped both her hand in his, dragging her to the bed even though she pulled away. He didn't hesitate to throw her on the mattress. Emma tried to thrash and fight, but Morris lost control and smacked her hard across the face. The impact stung painfully. It was confusing that she froze for a second, her brain finding it difficult to comprehend what had occurred. Never could she imagine that Morris was capable of laying his hands-on anyone, talking more of her.

If it hadn't been for Harriet's actions that led her onto that ill-fated ship, how could she have suffered such pain? After the bandages were removed, a long scar stretched across Nora's face, running from the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth. Post-surgery, it resembled a large centipede writhing on her face. Due to the severe damage to the corner of her eye, she could barely open it. Nora now resembled a terrifying doll from a horror movie. She could never regain her former status as Meawood City's top beauty. "No. This isn't me. It's not me." Nora screamed in despair as she saw her horrifying reflection in the mirror.

She was trembling all over. Morris said coldly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Sutton. Our boss wants us to disfigure your face." He slashed her face with the dagger! Her skin split open at once, and blood rolled down her smooth, white cheeks. "Aargh!" Another heartrending scream resounded in the room. "No, no…" Whitney begged, but it was no use. Morris did it again, and another wound appeared on her face. Blood poured out relentlessly. Whitney was sobbing brokenly. She was twitching with pain as she begged for mercy.

"Malcolm, I'm asking you whether the things you just said were true. My face… Were you the one who ruined my face?" After her accident, Luna had been in a coma for a very long time, and when she finally woke up, the doctor told her that her looks had been ruined. She had never quite believed the doctor's words because when Jason hit her with his truck, she had injured her leg, not her face. On top of that, even after he had kicked her into the ocean, her face had not been injured either, so why would her looks be ruined? Because of this, Luna had removed the bandages on her face while no one was looking, and when she first saw her severely scarred and mutilated face, she had been so frighten

I left the suite in a better mood than before. I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. When I broke away from Morgan's hug and saw myself in the mirror, I nearly cried out in fright at the woman who was staring back at me. My makeup was ruined, and it had been smudged in several places, making me look like a zombie. But Morgan had been looking at me so gentle and lovingly a moment ago; wasn't he repulsed by my looks? ‘ Forget it; I better tidy up quickly so that we don't miss the banquet.

If embarrassment was a battle, Yolanda had just been annihilated. By the end of the trial, her face was a stunning shade of mortified purple, her earlier arrogance buried under a mountain of humiliation. It was almost funny. Almost. But not enough. Her ruined reputation in the Blue Moon Pack? That was nothing more than a scratch on her thick, conniving hide. She deserved worse—far worse. I leaned back in my chair, a small smile tugging at my lips. The Wild Thornbloom I’d planted in the villa garden was about to bloom.

Her cheeks were bloodless and ghastly, as though she had just emerged from an apocalyptic sickness. Nothing in the mirror—where a face twisted by grief and corrupted by pain stared hollowly at Mimi—conferred the bygone charisma and glamor of her years as the film star du jour. The only emotion her reflection aroused was moroseness. How could she do this to herself? How could she let some stupid boy punish her to this state? Was she still the Mimi Norton who always stood her ground, took the blows, and did things her way?

That evening, after the guests left, I stood alone by the front window and watched the sunset spill over the harbor. Nico came up beside me and handed me a coffee. "What are you thinking about?" I took the cup. "That leaving someone doesn't mean the world ends." "Of course it doesn't. You just finally gave the world back to yourself." I looked at my reflection in the window. Not Mrs. DeLuca. Not the girl who had bet her whole heart on one man and called it love. I was Evelyn Moretti. I had loved, lost, broken, and walked myself out of the ruins.

They were so brutal in appearance and definitely, she must have experienced the torture in that violence. He breathed out heavily, took a photo of the scars and laughed in his mind. “Miss Emily, are you ready? I have every single information to send James to his doom including him being violent to his first wife ” Morris elucidated and passed over the last file in his file jacket. He bit his lips ad her brows raised up in question and then came down. No single smile, frown nor surprise on her face, instead it was blank! “Morris, I don't want to do this anymore. I quit! ” She firmly gave her order and was about to leave the cafeteria.

Both seemed quite true to her. I forced on a smile and pretended that her words did not hurt at all. "Maybe my hips look like child-bearing hips because they can handle childbirth. And I'm sticking with them. Good morning, y'all." I noticed the mask fall off Morrigan's face as I was sure her heart had broken. I had merely been striking at anything that I could find or think of and had not exactly expected my words to strip her bare. I took one last look at her cracked facade, as I walked away from them and back to my room.