Jacob Elordi Nose Job Novels & Stories

CHAPTER NINETY-TWO LIRA Inside the car, Sophia reached out a hand to touch my face, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She poked at it several times, as if she was playing with a doll. A sarcastic smile rested on the corner of her lips, "my grandfather told me that it was all natural, and that you've never had plastic surgery before but I can't believe it! Can you please tell me who your doctor is? He's really amazing! I've been thinking of getting a nose job lately, I think I'll just go to your doctor instead," she said, a grin on her face as if I was supposed to feel flattered by what she considered a compliment.

"Subtle refinement of the nose bridge. Enhancement of the lips, not overfilled, just a slight increase in definition. Brow lift to open the eyes. And we'll adjust the hairline slightly." I watched my digital face transform bit by bit. Each change was small, almost imperceptible on its own. Together, they created someone new, someone who looked like me but somehow...more. Stronger. Sharper. A face that commanded attention rather than sought approval. "When can you begin?" Victoria asked, setting aside her tablet. Dr. Torres checked her calendar. "I've already cleared my schedule for tomorrow morning. Assuming blood work comes back normal today, we can proceed at 7 AM."

She kissed his lips and then burst out into tears. "Them happy tears, babe?" he asked, a bit worried. She nodded enthusiastically. She pulled back and laughed and placed the palms of her hands on his bearded cheeks. Ashleigh was in a state of utter disbelief. Not only had they corrected his cleft palate but they had also given him the nose that his deformation had taken, they had repaired the concaved look that had caused him to have a gorilla appearance, and they had given him a beautiful set of full lips. And Ashleigh was hard pressed to see any scars, just something that looked like faint creases, which were easy to overlook.

It was indeed Elijah but he was standing without a mask - his face was bare to her. "H-how…?" Arianna could only stammer, unable to comprehend what was going on. However, Arianna took a good look at Elijah's face and was so dumbfounded that she had to take off her glasses to ensure she was seeing right. Although the blue of his eyes was still the same, Elijah wasn't what she expected at all. He had a slight crook in his nose as if he broke it in a fight. She must have imagined him having a strong jawline because what she saw now was a bulgy face with freckles. In one word, his appearance was ugly and appeared strange.

The iced Americano, which Elijah’s assistant finally brought in the middle of the interview, definitely helped a little, but then not really. "Uhm ma'am?" the makeup artist suddenly interrupts the interviewer. She had just wanted to ask Elijah and I how our dream for children is coming along. How terribly rude indeed. "Yes?" I ask. The makeup artist takes a quick, unsure look over to Elijah and then stares at my neck again. "Do you want this covered up or not?" I fear my eyes may fall out of my sockets from the gawking I am doing. The hickey Jordan left last Sunday! Shit, I totally forgot about it and now everyone, including Elijah, is staring at it.

Beautiful enough for him to want to kiss me, to touch me. I couldn’t even begin to count how many nights I spent calculating all the what ifs, my mind spinning. What if I got a nose job—would that make a difference? Would I feel safer in my own skin? Would it finally make Finn look at me with the admiration and longing I so desperately craved? Would it make him see me, even just once? What if I didn’t stop at my nose and got fuller lips too? What ifs. Endless what ifs.

Then, he put all of his focus on the movement of the array. On the planet, more than half of Elora’s body had been restored. Only the part above her chest was still not done. As time passed slowly, her chest was also done and now, the most important part, the head, was still restoring. If a man saw this scene, they would not be able to avert their eyes. They might not even want to blink. Elora’s restored body was naked. Her perfectly ratioed body could be regarded as perfect. Enough to give normal men nosebleeds.

I sat in his office, hands shaking, as he pointed to a screen showing my face — digitally altered. “We can refine the nasal bridge,” he said. “Soft lift on the jawline. Subtle enhancement to the lips. You’ll still look like you. Just… polished.” I stared at the screen. The woman looking back was someone I didn’t know. But she was someone the world might finally like. I signed the papers. I told myself it wasn’t surrender. It was survival. The surgery wasn’t painful. The recovery was. Swelling. Bruising. The mask they made me wear to compress my face.

he begged, and then he actually started crying. "Please spare my husband" the lady cried. She tried approaching me but Leornado gave her a hard push to the ground. I took a few minutes to look at her, she had blonde hair which anyone could tell was dyed since it was slowly fading away back to her natural short black hair which reached her neck in the form of a bob. She had big hazel eyes, her nose and lips looked fake. I felt the urge to slap her for what she did to Matteo so I did and like I expected her fake nose fell off leaving her screaming at how much it cost her.

The nose was made longer, as new amounts of flesh was cut from the parts that required trimming and injected right at the peak of the nostrils. The Albino came to the shoulders, dislocated some joints, and relocated them into different sockets. He surgically lowered the elevation of both her shoulders removing a fleshy and broadly shaped woman into a more streamlined with a smaller abdomen. The chest width was reduced to three-quarters of the initial. The process was painless and lasted slightly more than twenty-four hours non-stop. She was resuscitated into a very different woman with a new name and identity. ‘How do you feel?’ the doctor asked removing the mask and the cap from his head.