Mallory Lewis Nose Job の小説・ストーリー

Just like Nester, apart from her tag, she had a big mole on her chin and that was very uncommon in people. As at the time he met Lillian, then, he had just found out about the inability. He could not recognize a large number of people, then, but as time went by and his parents couldn't afford the money for surgery which was very expensive, his condition exacerbated. He started forgetting those faces he had once recognized. And now that he could afford the surgery, he chose to go for medications instead. He wanted to challenge himself if he could recognize Lillian without surgery, but he knew that the chances and possibilities were very slim.

But in a hospital, with a toddler as the patient, fifteen minutes stretches itself until it is nearly unbearable. We all sat there in the consultation room for what felt like forever before the door opened again. “We’re done with the procedure.” Dr. Mallory announced. “There’s some mild redness in the oropharynx – which is to be expected given the circumstances – but no significant swelling and no evidence of airway compromise. That’s good news.” We all released a collective breath of relief. “When can we see her?” Brayden asked. “You can see her right away.” She answered. “But we had to put her under general anesthesia to ease the procedure, so she won’t be awake now. Is that okay?”

After he was locked up, Ben and Laurie swooped in to take Declan and Dylan, along with Maxwell, fresh out of jail. That was when Ben and Laurie found out the truth—Maxwell had gone to prison willingly and took the fall for Kelly. They were so furious that they nearly disowned him on the spot. … Kurt arranged for me to see the top plastic surgeons in Maldora. They'd just developed a cutting-edge skin regeneration treatment, which was perfect for my case. They said it could restore my face to its original state. The wait felt endless. I didn't dare look in the mirror until I was fully healed. But when I finally did—and saw my face, whole and flawless—I broke down in tears.

Third Person's POV But that was nowhere near enough. She used a special solution bought from the black market to turn her naturally silky skin into a weathered, rough mess of uneven textures. To completely wreck her facial proportions, she stuck a large, hairy mole right on her left cheek—it was the size of a pinky nail and impossible to miss. Then came the centerpiece. Using high-grade SFX silicone, she rebuilt her nose. What was once small, elegant, and refined was now a massive, bulbous "clown" nose.

When Arielle left Gabriel's house she first rented a small condo unit, then she arranged her documents to go abroad. With her money and the help of her Uncle Edgar, she quickly arranged her passport and US visa. After almost a month of waiting, she flew to America to have her face restored through plastic surgery. She chose to have the surgery from a famous plastic surgeon. And two weeks after arriving in America, she underwent an operation. The operation on her face lasted four hours. When she woke up, her entire face was wrapped in bandages.

His hair transforms into a gravity-defying mess of spikes and curls. I choke on my laughter. "Oh my god." He tosses his hair dramatically. "Do you think I’d get into one of their elite human sororities?" I gasp for breath, clutching my stomach. "You look like you belong in a bad reality show." "Perfect. I’ll start my influencer career now." Before I can respond, his features shift again. This time, his nose shrinks—too much—until it’s almost nonexistent. "Ever seen a bad nose job?" He gestures to himself. "Behold."

Chapter 62 RICHARD’S POV Luckily, Linda’s nose injury wasn’t severe and something to worry about. The ENT specialist at the hospital said procedures such as closed reduction, where the bones in the nose are manipulated into place without external incisions or surgeries aren’t required. He just realigned the broken bones and cartilage back to shape skillfully with his hand, which made Linda want to scream the entire hospital building down. Then he bandaged it up, telling her it would take about a few weeks before it could heal completely.

I walked to my room and plopped down on my bed, waiting for Keyla to finish. Of course, I saw the pictures. Kennedy's body is insane. Probably most of it was done with surgery. Big boobs, big ass, slim waist. She probably used Kim K’s surgent. Those plump lips and small nose. The only thing natural about her are her eyes, which I must admit were kind of beautiful. Bright blue eyes that stared right at the lens.

I was a mother, a surgeon, and I’d return to Lily unscathed. The flight was a blur, my mind tracing the steps of Shawn Hayes’s surgery—coarctation of the aorta, a high-stakes procedure requiring precision I’d honed over years at Emerson’s hospital. I’d planned this trip to be swift: land, operate, leave, minimizing my time in Marcus’s city.

‎A month ago, she had gone through plastic surgery to look exactly like Claire. ‎It had not been a simple cosmetic adjustment. It had been a complete reconstruction—jawline refinement, cheekbone restructuring, subtle alterations around the eyes, even the faint scar near the collarbone that Claire once had. Her father had spared no expense. Surgeons were flown in discreetly. Records were sealed. Payments were untraceable.