Erin Moriarty Ruined Her Face Novels & Stories

Her striking auburn hair fell forward like a shield, hiding her soft expression from the crossfire. Beside me, Morrigan merely smirked. She reached out with her silver fork, casually spearing a glaze-drenched strawberry from the center tray before leaning back into her plush velvet chair with absolute, effortless grace. "Careful, Nora," Morrigan purred, her crimson-painted lips curving into a sharp, mocking grin. "Bitterness makes the skin yellow, and jealousy causes awful, premature wrinkles around the eyes. Besides, if you had spent half as much time practicing your archery as you did selecting that lovely crimson coat yesterday, maybe Killian would have invited you to sample his private w

Ria burst into laughter and I could tell she had been holding that in for a while. I couldn't help but smile too. Barbara on the other hand was fuming, her face was red with anger and her eyes could as well be shooting out fire. She tried to get up too quickly but the heel on one of her shoes snapped suddenly and she fell hard to the ground again, considering how high the heels are. “Wow, what a loser, what's her deal anyway?” Margie mocked and shook her head, as she clicked her tongue pitifully. “She stabbed Brittany one time and Brittany was unconscious for…”

Relying on memory, I made my way back to the estate where a party was already underway. However, the moment I appeared, everything went quiet for a moment. Sophia Rossi stood in the center of the crowd and covered both her nose and mouth at the sight of me. “Where did this beggar come from? We don’t feed scraps to dogs here.” A beggar? I lowered my eyes and glanced down at myself. My dress was covered in mud, and one of my legs held itself awkwardly behind me, a result of the “care” I had received from the cell boss in prison.

My teeth clench so tight my jaw cracks. The image forms in my head before I can stop it. Moretti cornering her. Grabbing her arm. Leaning into her while she tried to get away from him. That fucking smirk on his face as he offered her money for the night, like she was something he could buy if he named the right price. Then him trying to kiss her. My Jordyn. The fucking audacity. He’s a dead man.

It pissed me off in a way I couldn’t quite explain. My gaze shifted across the wreckage and then I saw Maltida. A large slab of concrete had collapsed over her lower body, pinning her legs completely. Blood soaked through the fabric of her dress, spreading out beneath her like a dark stain. Her face, once composed and smug, was twisted in pain but even then, even like this, there was something unhinged in her eyes. She was still smiling. I stared at her for a long second, my grip on Emily tightening slightly. Every instinct in me screamed to end it. Right there. One bullet, and it would all be over.

He realized with a jolt that he could barely remember what Morgan looked like before the accident. Sebastian fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking as he opened the photo album, scrolling frantically. Finally, he found a picture of Morgan before the accident. In the image, a young woman with flawless ivory skin and bright, captivating eyes smiled back at him. She had been so beautiful. And she lost it all for him. Yet what had he done? He let disgust creep in and allowed temptation to sway him. He betrayed her. Sebastian slapped himself hard across the face.

I called out. when she turned her face. I was horrified. why her face is not disfigured. I saw in the video that half of her face was destroyed and I can say from seeing the video that she can't retain her beauty back to normal. There is no possibility to retain it back to normal. But in front of me she just had some dirt on her face and some scratches here and there. Did my eyes go blind or my boys didn't do anything to Risa? Or in front of me is it not Risa? A lot of doubts arose in my mind.

Her thoughts are broken by a young child chuckling, she looks up to see a girl of 4 laughing in her mother's lap as she played with her. She automatically smiles seeing the cute girls smile. Her hands moving to her stomach and a sob leaves her lips. It hurts....it hurts so much that she couldn't say. Rubbing on the place her scar stays on her face, she removed the make up . Facing reality. She looks up to see how the expressions of the side walkers change. The ones who were first admiring her cringed looking at her. Pity and disgust. That was the only thing she could see in their eyes.

It wouldn't be so easy for her to forgive him like he wanted. The pain he had inflicted on her and Jeanne had become a scar that would never disappear. Every time they thought about it, it always hurt. Morgane was so furious. Her well-kept face had lost its shine after being tortured in prison. Looking at Mia, her eyes seemed to pop out the next second, looking so scary. She had never seen George be so humble with another person, but now he had. And he had done it while talking to Mia. Morgane couldn't accept this as well as her failure, which had been caused by Mia's return to country.

He stopped in front of me and stared as if he no longer trusted his own eyes. “Sofia.” His voice was rough. I forced my face to stay calm. “You’re mistaken.” He didn’t move. “You’re alive,” he said. “I don’t know you.” Then his eyes shifted to the spot just behind my left ear. There was a faint crescent scar there, almost invisible unless my hair was up. Years ago, stepping off a boat at the coast, I had slipped. He had reached for me too quickly, and the pearl earring he had given me tore the skin behind my ear badly enough to need stitches.