Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek Novels & Stories

‘You should have told me as soon as you found out. ‘You are right. I’m sorry,’ Solon replied. ‘Tell me about the illness,’ I said. ‘Black marks appeared first on his arms, on the inside of his forearms, and they have been spreading since. Leslie has examined him thoroughly. It is not contagious. It does not appear to have originated from any known source of infection. But whatever it is, it is causing his body to deteriorate,’ Solon explained and I covered my mouth in horror. Nolan wrapped his arm around me to support me.

I gently lift her heavy, dark hair, piling it atop her head so I can reach the nape. The cloth falls from my hand, splashing back into the basin. There, right at the base of her skull, hidden by her hairline, is a mark. I blink, thinking it’s a bruise. A contusion from the blow she took. But it’s too defined. The lines are too sharp. I lean closer, my heart beginning to hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I trace it with a trembling finger. The skin isn't raised like a scar or swollen like an injury. It’s flat. Black. Like ink that has been burned into the flesh from the inside out.

Tying my hair in a ponytail, I headed to the bathroom to wash up but the moment I saw my reflection on the mirror, my feet were rooted on the floor, and my eyes were glued on the dark marks on my right shoulder blade. No, no, how could these marks be here? To get a closer look and to make sure that I was not imagining things, I stepped closer to the mirror. The black marks seemed to resemble tiny veins branching out. It seemed to have started behind my neck and it stopped right on the middle of my shoulder. Could it be poison from the scratch I got yesterday? But if it was poison, I should have at least felt something was wrong in my body but I felt completely normal.

At first everything looked normal, no obvious trauma or unusual discoloration just the standard oral cavity of a healthy twenty-two-year-old. But when I tilted the light at a different angle and looked more closely at the inside of her lower lip, I found exactly what I’d been looking for. Two tiny puncture wounds, perfectly round and spaced precisely apart, positioned where they would be hidden from view and completely invisible unless someone was specifically examining the inside of her mouth. The marks were small enough that they could easily be dismissed as accidental bite marks from eating or minor oral trauma. “There you are,” I whispered, feeling a mixture of triumph and revulsion as I

Unease prickles the corners of my mind and I ignore the fact that I’m definitely starting to panic. I look down at my thigh and see big blue spots on the inside of both of my thighs. When I washed, I didn’t search for every bruise, I just washed. Now that I look down at myself, my body is bruised in angry purple bruises. I try to close my legs together, but he doesn’t let me. “What happened?” He growled. His gray eyes flickered between his normal color and a glowing yellow. He raised his head and stared at me.

The concealer immediately settled into the deep purple swelling, the thick makeup only highlighting the angry yellow edges of the bruise on my jaw. Wiping it away with a damp tissue just revealed the tender, hot skin underneath, since the dining table corner had left a nasty mark that no amount of expensive cosmetics could hide. A fresh layer of foundation made the reflection look cakey and uneven, drawing even more attention to the discoloration while the skin pulled tight with every movement. Pressing a cold, wet paper towel against the jaw, the sharp throb of pain grounded me in the quiet room, a hiss of breath escaping through my teeth while the cold water dripped onto the porcelain sink

My mouth falls open in shock, and my stomach feels like it drops to my feet. Dane’s face is bruised along his jaw, his temple the bridge of his nose, and he has two subtle black eyes. He has a slit lip, some grazes across one of his cheekbones, and another under the bottom edge of his chin. Both his piercing have been removed, and there’s a lot of swelling on the right side of his face. He looks awful.

Nana asked with concern as she gently touched the area where I was slapped on my cheek. “Ouch!” I blurted, opening my eyes and raising her hand as I gnawed my jaw from the pain. I think Maxine’s ring scratched my cheek, leaving a small scar and a drop of blood. “I was fine earlier, Nana, when that little devil hadn’t shown up yet, but now I don’t know...”

Mable smiled and turned around to reward him with a kiss. ... After finishing breakfast, Blair accompanied Mable to the hospital. After waiting for half an hour, it was Mable’s turn. She explained her situation to the doctor and showed him the red pattern on her back. The dermatologist was an elderly professor nearing his sixties. He examined it with glasses for a while and frowned. “Miss, I’ve been a doctor for decades, and this is the first time I’ve seen a case like yours. It seems to be capillary dilation, but it’s different from ordinary capillary dilation. Let’s do a CT scan first to check for any subcutaneous bleeding or inflammation.”

I first notice the involuntary smile on her face, void of make up and. "Good evening!...What the fuck is wrong with your jaw?" My eyes squinted, she looked tired and not on the mood. But there is something in her jaw that immediately took my attention, a discoloration of her skin, and also a slight swelling on the other side of her face that it had me thinking for a bit.