Full Mask Mark Invincible Mga Nobela at Kwento

Phil grinned slightly and nodded. "Did you heal her face scars?" He asked bluntly and Faelon nodded. "I'd fix her vision as well if the humans wouldn't treat her as a medical experiment," he answered. Phil tucked his wings away before buttoning up his shirt. "Have you seen how she looked without scars?" Phil asked curiously. Faelon shook his head not caring. He didn't judge a person by what their outer appearance showed. Phil continued, "she was gorgeous and so deeply in love with Vincent. I can't imagine anyone breaking through that. Especially since she carries his mark." Faelon exhaled deeply and told Phil he didn't care about her mark and would stand by his oath.

Not only did Valencia fake a black wound scar that stretched from the bridge of her nose down to her chin, but she also covered her left face and forehead with a fake green birthmark that made one repulse as soon as one stared at her, which was Valencia's motive in the beginning. As long as they were so disgusted to stare at Valencia's face, they wouldn't be able to study her face, not to mention discover that Valencia was familiar. "Yes. Mom won't find a handsome boyfriend like that." Iverson muttered while playing with a lollipop. His eyes were intensely fixed on the lollipop as if he couldn't wait to lick it. Unfortunately, he couldn't because Valencia had prevented them from taking off t

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

I knew who it was before I looked up. Chase. He hadn’t stayed here last night. Why was he back now? “Stand still.” I stepped into the shadows, avoiding the light. “What is it?” He narrowed his eyes and marched over, gripping my shoulders firmly. “What happened to your face?” His aura—too powerful, too close—made it hard to breathe. “I—I fell.” “You fell?” His voice was sharp. “Where were you? It's almost dawn!” He tightened his grip. His presence was suffocating—his black silk pajama doing nothing to soften the menace in his eyes.

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

His heat will start in two days that is why he needs to take his suppressants daily so that his pheromones won’t affect any alpha around. He made his way towards the exit where he saw a big man with a small board that has his name. He walks towards him and there he saw another man wearing suits beside him. “Hi! You’re Eiji Satoshi?”asked George “yes, you must be the friend that my dad told me about. Mr?”eiji shake hands with him

"I'm serious I won't tell you, so stop what you are doing" "I'm not expecting you to tell me about that, I know you would tell me when you are ready, you can open your eyes now". He said, as I slowly open my eyes and look to his direction. My face connect with the same green eyes as my own as I trace the feature of his face with my eyes, his face is so smooth, he nose is slightly crocked and his jaw is well defined, he would have been so perfect and very handsome if not for the wound that cut across his face from under his right eyes to the left side of his cheek to form an arc. I tried not to shudder at the sight of the injury, black substance that has been used to rub it can be seen.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

I placed Selena's photo back where I found it, my heart as cold and dead as ice. No wonder he always had excuses whenever I brought up making our relationship public. My supposed mate bond was nothing more than the delusion of a placeholder. As I walked out of the study, a pack messenger respectfully handed me a formal invitation sealed with a silver wolf crest. "A formal invitation from Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crest Pack." The messenger respectfully presented a silver envelope engraved with a moon goddess sigil. "Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crest Pack formally invites the warrior Anya to serve as his Head Warrior. He awaits your reply."