Jacob Elordi Nose Job Mga Nobela at Kwento

A few hours later, Jack stared into the mirror looking at a completely different person. His face had been cleanly shaven. His hair was short cropped on the sides and longer on the top. It had been dyed a light brown with blonde patches in it. The biggest change was his newly pointed ears made using synthetic cartilage. It was supposed to be reversible, but it looked pretty permeant to him. His normally steel blue-grey eyes gleamed back green.

A young man with dark eyes and a harder jaw and a face that had looked nothing, nothing like the mild unremarkable face of the professor who had returned my essays with careful annotations in red pen. "That's not—" My voice came out barely above a whisper. "That's not possible. You look nothing like—" "Surgery," he said pleasantly, gesturing vaguely at his own face with the hand that wasn't holding the gun. "A few procedures over the years. Necessary, mostly — there were scars that needed addressing. But convenient as well." His eyes moved over me with a calm curiosity that made my skin crawl. "Remarkable what a different nose and a healed jawline will do. People see what they expect to see.

“Hair and contacts were easy. It’s the rest of it that took time and money. Money you’ll pay me back like a good girl. Won’t you, Jade?” I whimper my agreement, nodding shakily as I pray for Leonel to find me. “I had to break my nose,” he began, looking at me like it was my fault. “Took a hammer to it and bent it in a way it wouldn’t be straight when it healed.” I swallowed my gag, imagining him with a hammer in the mirror, whispering my middle name to egg himself on. “Then there was my weight,” he continued, his voice slowly growing sour. “I began bulking up, eating double what I used to, and then going to the gym to turn it into pure muscle.”

He quickly stopped looking at Nora. "Elliot, there is one thing I have to tell you." Nora noticed that Elliot was behaving rather oddly, and she guessed that he was thinking about Avery. "I did not get my face done up to look like Avery. I got a nose job because it had been injured, and the doctor told me that I needed to undergo cosmetic surgery if I wanted to fix it. I'll show you a few of my old pictures if you like." When Elliot heard what she said, he grew even soberer. "No need. You are you, and Avery is Avery. Even if you had gotten cosmetic surgery to look more like her, you will always be different people in my eyes."

Chapter 125 LAKE I wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that Rhodes could fix this like he'd fixed Troy, like he fixed everything. But Ollie had looked so still, so cold, so much like he was already gone. "I need to go check on him," Rhodes said, his eyes scanning my face with professional concern. "But first—have you been checked out? Lake, your face—" "I'm fine," I said automatically. "You're not fine. You have what looks like a broken nose, significant facial swelling, and God knows what else. I'm calling someone to examine you properly."

VICTORIA Pain was temporary. Power was eternal. I repeated this mantra in my mind as I adjusted the nurse's scrubs in the hospital bathroom mirror, checking my reflection for the hundredth time. The face staring back at me was different. Softer. Rounder. The work of Dr. Chen's skilled hands during three emergency surgeries over the past week. New nose. New chin. Cheekbones reduced. Lips thinned. Even my eyes looked different, colored contacts turning my distinctive grey eyes to ordinary brown.

He is a man who is ready to kill anyone who dares to harm his family or come between him and his businesses. Not only that, but there was an unnatural tightness to Liam’s face where small scars I never noticed till now sit. His eyes seemed to wide for his face, his nose a little smaller than what was originally there. Whoever did Liam’s plastic surgery did an amazing job, because you would never notice the work done unless you look hard enough for the small, subtle changes.

Nobody would know it was still Ophelia Lewis. There was the raised brows that were completely different from my arched ones. The cheekbones that were somewhat prominent and sat high in my face, the chin filler, and an overall face lift. The procedure had turned me into a different individual, but I was okay with it if that would make able to seek my revenge and get my company back. Done with my routine, Caleb and I walked out of the apartment, rode the elevator and got out.. Just as I was about to cross a street, someone bumped into me, drenching my white shirt with coffee.

If they were similar, after a while, it was still quite obvious that there was a big difference. Mr. Hill looked like a typical Westerner. “Jordan, we should look into this matter. Don’t offend anyone. Ask your brother-in-law first. Didn’t he attend the funeral?” Jordan had been deceived for so long. While she wasn’t overly concerned about Westley, she still knew some things. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Westley’s hair, and pressed her hand to his brow, intending to expose his plastic surgery. She stared directly into his cold, green eyes. If he was wearing contact lenses, she would definitely be able to see the edge of them up close, and they would be different from his natural eyes

“Who the hell is she?” Dr. Hastings hesitated before answering. “Her DNA doesn’t match any records in our hospital system. However… I did notice something odd.” He tapped a second paper beneath the DNA report. “There are subtle indicators of surgical alterations. Whoever she was before, she’s not entirely the same person now.” A cold smirk slowly appeared over Alaric’s lips. So that’s how deep this deception runs. Plastic Surgery. That imposter had gone as far as altering her face to steal Elona’s identity.