Jacob Elordi Nose Job Novels & Stories

"My left hand is already protesting like, ‘where’s my damn fettuccine, you useless woman.’" Sheena laughed, but her eyes cut toward me. "Okay, now spill. About... that doctor you mentioned." I squinted. "Doctor Elijah Nash." Winona perked up. "His name even sounds hot." "Yeah, and his face..." I let out a long, dramatic sigh. "Imagine God playing copy-paste with a Michael B. Jordan reference photo. Then, because He was in a good mood, He added a sharper jawline, a little more heat in the eyes, and boom—welcome to the man who made me forget my own last name."

His brows were thick, his nose was big, and his lips were thick. Nate, on the other hand, looked ugly as well—according to him. Although both Mav and Jackson agreed he looked the most presentable. He had gray hair, and since he was pale and his veins were naturally visible, he didn’t wear silicone on his face just on his body to make him look a little fat. He just had to copy the look that was given to them through prosthetics. He made himself look just a little bit older. The only thing that made him look a little off was the piercing on his left ear.

What else did he know? “Yes. My first procedure was my nose, and slight change to my eye lids, then ears, and mouth.” I wring my hands together, placing them both between my thighs. “They’re small changes. It doesn’t make you as different as you think it does. Whatever surgery they did was minor.”

It would be better if she died on the operating table. Elizabeth sneered disdainfully and said, "Are the fillers on your nose running out soon? Hurry up and get an injection. It looks so ugly!" Loris was shocked. She touched her nose and found out that there was still some inside. She realised that she had been lied to, and was so furious with Elizabeth that she wanted to hit her. She'd get her a silicone implant next time so she would not have to worry about Elizabeth lying to her. "Where's your pretty-boy assistant?" Loris looked around, but she didn't see Lucas.

He isn’t at home anymore, he's here in this infernal city… with her. That churning fog of sadness threatens to strangle me as tears bite in the back of my eyes and I glance his way again, filled with complete heartbreak. That slight jaw tensing catches my eye and my heart sinks. “You’re annoyed?” I whisper his way, watching his handsome profile, longing to see him react in any other way now we’re alone. I focus on his straight short nose, which was straightened and smoothed out after a complicated break a couple of years back resulting in surgery and has taken away his father’s hook nose. It still intrigues me that one minor change can enhance a face so much. I’ve always thought him one of t

“Before we proceed, let us go over the details one last time.” I crossed my arms, trying not to roll my eyes. “I already know what I signed up for, Doc.” The doctor barely spared me a glance as he flipped open the file,Pathetic. “Even though, I need to be thorough.” Marco rose from his seat with a sigh, moving to stand beside me. His presence was warm, solid. A silent reminder that I was not alone in this, even if the path I was about to walk would be mine alone. “The procedure will be quite extensive,” the doctor continued, his tone void of any emotion. “Bone structure, facial reconstruction, vocal modifications, this isn’t just cosmetic. It’s a full transformation.” He lifted his gaze. “Yo

"You can question after she explains, but before that please maintain a decorum." The room immediately went silent. Journalists wondered how a simple wedding announcement could turn out to be a story of so many twists and turns. It was better for them since they got a story for their channels. The story would surely be explosive. Dr. Rodriguez smiled and waved at everybody. "Hello everyone! My name is Milwaukee Rodriguez, I am a senior plastic surgeon and dermatologist in the city hospital. I first met Mr. Evercast three years ago, in 2016 he had been badly injured at that time. He got multiple injuries, fractures, burnt skin, or maybe I should say he was barely breathing. The respected dean

Zorion stayed with Raeleigh in the examination room, while Scarlette accompanied Deanna outside. After the few professionals conducted the examination, they turned to look at Zorion, who then asked a few questions. One of the men, who had blond hair and blue eyes, replied, "We will do our best in repairing her face, and I can guarantee you that the changes won't be noticeable. It's just that the procedure will be a little bit more expensive."

“Well, let’s talk about what you’re hoping to achieve. Any specific concerns about shape or function?” He leaned back in the chair, tapping his fingers together. “Just a subtle change. Just enough to refine. Nothing that could make it too obvious.” As I took notes, I nodded. “That’s very doable.” I stood up and made my way around my desk, “Do you mind?” I gestured to touch his face. “Go ahead, doctor.” He smiled. Speaking as I inspected, “Well, we can reduce the hump and straighten the bridge and maybe refine the tip depending on the cartilage.” I took a step back.

Carefully, Romilda stood in front of the large mirror, her slender fingers tracing the skin of her new face. After weeks of hiding in Paris’s penthouse, the moment had finally arrived. Ever since the bandages were removed yesterday, Romilda had spent nearly all her time staring at her reflection. The face staring back at her was no longer Romilda Baxter, nor Roseanne, Rose, her twin sister. Her nose was now sharper with a slightly lifted tip. Her jawline was slimmer and more defined. Her eyes had been reshaped into foxy eyes, with filler in her lips and cheeks. The entire structure of her face had changed dramatically, even her hair.