Mallory Lewis Nose Job の小説・ストーリー

I asked the question that mattered. “Since it’s a black magic matter, your wolf magic can’t heal the wound normally. It would surely take more than a week,” the Doctor chimed in. “If we are having surgery, can the Doctor give Dora a nose job?” Cal asked me. “What are you talking about, Cal?” “There is nothing wrong with my nose! I like it the way it is!” Dora said calmly. “She is so nosy, maybe plastic surgery could fix her long yellow muzzle, and she would finally shut her trap,” Cal barked. I ignored her and her little nonsense since I had much more important things to think about now.

Maisie couldn't help but snicker at that statement. "Very well, I hope you'll remember your words." A look of fear briefly flashed across Maddie's eyes before she managed to force a smile. Everyone was indignant on her behalf, so she grabbed the chance to rebuke Maisie in public. "Are you doubting my identity?" "Doubt? I'm affirming that you're not Cynthia!" An intense wave of shock rippled through the crowd. The person who had slapped Cynthia was now questioning her identity. "Ms. Moody here appears to be in her early twenties. Cynthia's first public surgery took place five years ago in late December. It was a heart transplant surgery."

He responded calmly, "Do you really think a press conference will make a difference?" "Huh?" Conrad was left perplexed by Lewis' cryptic response. Realizing Lewis had his own plans in mind, he decided not to press further. Sierra's current condition wouldn't allow her to attend a press conference. Even if she were to proceed, she would only do it after getting her plastic surgery. Otherwise, people wouldn't believe her with her current appearance. Wearing a mask wouldn't make it more convincing. She was eager to get plastic surgery and planned to undergo the procedure as soon as her body was ready, and that would be three months later.

She was too busy stroking her delicate face. The little nurse approached Sefia and said, “Madam, don't smile too big, it's not fully healed yet. Your skin is still sensitive.” “Ohh...” Sefia was shocked and froze for an instant. “It's okay, ma'am. Just don't smile too big, I mean. I'm afraid the nose will fall off.” Sefia stroked her pointed nose, the exact same nose as Nayla's. “I-it can come off?” The nurse gave a small nod, “due to the delayed payment yesterday. The implant might have had a little problem. But the doctor took care of it. Only, as far as I know... You might need an injection once a month.”

Helena lets out a ragged breath, covering her face with her hands. “Can I go in?” I ask quietly. The doctor turns, her eyes dropping to my face. She reaches out, immediately inspecting my crooked nose. My parents snap their heads toward me, only just realizing it’s completely broken from the fight in the garage. The doctor grabs a small medical alignment tool, setting the bone back into place with a sharp, sickening click. It bleeds down my lip, but I don't make a sound. After that, they let me walk into the private room.

I set my drink on the table. “A cosmetic surgeon. Also, a dermatologist,” he replied coolly. My face almost fell, and I knew exactly what was going on. “Maybe you could fix her nose, Marcus,” Mom joked. “Hers is quite crooked, isn’t it?” Marcus appeared stunned and his mouth fell open a bit. “Only barely, ma’am. It suits her. She’s a beautiful woman.” My mouth fell open at the sheer courage he had to contradict her without a beat. My chest felt…warm.

"Could you have mistaken her for someone else?" "I don't think I could. She removed a mole on her face…" "What mole?" Anne took some time to process that information. "She had a tiny mole on the corner of her lip. She removed it at the Aesthetic Clinic. Even though we thought that the mole was pretty unique and did not at all affect her beauty. Perhaps everyone has different tastes, plus, we will never say no to any business opportunity," Lucia said. A tiny mole on the corner of the lip, the woman in the video of the hospital, her personal assistant…

Something inside me "snapped." "At least I can walk in them," I said sweetly, tilting my head. "You're wobbling like a newborn giraffe in those Luis Vinton's. Then again, you'd need practice to keep your balance after all those nose jobs." My smile sharpened. "How many was it again? Three? Or did they lose count during the last reconstruction?" The crowd gasped in collective delight. Nothing thrilled the wealthy more than bloodsport disguised as conversation. Alessandra's face turned a satisfying shade of scarlet. "You little..."

she replied, moving closer to my desk with determined steps. She moved closer to my desk, and I caught her scent—something clean and soft that made my chest tighten. Made me remember how she'd smelled after we'd made love. Like flowers and satisfaction and home. "The surgery is scheduled for next week," Marcus said quietly, glancing between us. Riley's face lit up with hope. "Next week? But that's... that's wonderful! The waiting list was months long." "I had it moved up," I said, hating myself for the lie.

Lewis wiped his mouth and looked at the doctor embarrassed and apologised, “I am so sorry doctor. I am only like this in public spaces, the smells mess with my stomach.” The doctor had his eyes on the marks on Lewis’s neck and frowned. He gazed over at Lewis and asked, “By any chance, do you have a girlfriend?” “Oh no, I am gay, doctor,” Lewis said with a smile. The doctor got up and went over to his seat and sat down, “How about a boyfriend?” Lewis shook his head sadly, “No, single. But why are you asking me this?” “By any chance, did you have sex recently?” The doctor continued asking.