Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek Novels & Stories

She wrapped the towel on her long hair and came out, finding Irene in her room. She thought Irene might have left. “Are you sure?” asked Irene as soon as she saw Hazel coming outside. She nodded, “Of course, but why are you so concerned about this?” She frowned but Hazel walked towards the mirror, ignoring Irene’s reaction, and looked at herself through the mirror which was standing by the wall of her room. She saw her skin which was purplish from some spots and especially that bite mark. His teeth were deeply buried. Hazel’s frown deepened and she stood closer. Her fingers went up to her jaws and touched the spot where she saw purple marks. Her fingers traced it down and reached her neck. T

She explained softly, passing me a genuine smile but right at the moment, I am sure there is nothing to smile at. "Can you pass me the mirror please" I asked, before rolling my bottom lip in between my teeth only to hiss in pain.I groan in annoyance at the realization. The nurse handed me the small mirror and I hesitantly brought it in front of my face.My lips parted in utter disbelief as I stared at my now unrecognizable face. Calling it unrecognizable sounds a little too much but my face looks horrible with swollen jaw and a deep cut on my cheek, results of Monica's attack.Her claws managed to pierce my skin to the point white flesh is visible.I wonder if it's flesh or my bone.

It looks like some were up to my neck already and my body let out another pained groan. “What..? Why!? How is this happening?!” I tried to touch my body once again but I was stopped by the wall keeping me from getting inside of my body. My unconscious body let out a pained groan and twisted uncomfortably on the ground. It seems like the markings on my body was getting worse the more distress I was getting. I started to really panic when I notice that my body spit out some black thing from my mouth.

My cheek throbbed in a slow, dull rhythm—reminding me of everything I was trying not to think about. When I finally made myself stand and go to the mirror, the breath left my lungs. The bruise had bloomed overnight. A deep purple mark, spreading across my cheekbone like something rotten under my skin. It looked even worse under the harsh bathroom light. I swallowed hard and reached for my concealer.

I went to wash up, still flushed, still trying to pretend everything was normal. Then I looked in the mirror. The bite mark on my neck, the one he left when he claimed me, hadn’t healed. It was still sore, raw, and worse… it was black. The skin around the mark had darkened, veins like ink spreading out from it like cracks in porcelain. I stared, frozen, unable to move, unable to breathe. My fingertips hovered over the mark, but I didn’t touch it. I was too afraid of what I’d feel. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

Grim suggested that I get dressed and we visit Arram. "He's the only one who might understand," he sighed deeply in frustration. I hurried to my room to get dressed. While I was changing I overheard Raine telling Grim I had a small black spider web looking black mark on the back of my neck. Grim chastised her for not mentioning it to him sooner. I ran to the bathroom and using a hand mirror, lifted my hair to try and see the mark. I angled my head just right and I gasped loudly at the inky black mark that started as a black spot and frayed out like a spiderweb or broken glass. I pressed down on the spot and screamed bloody murder at the intense pain it caused me. Grim had rushed into the roo

She finished. "What do you mean by a comprehensive check?" I queried. " I need to check every inch of her skin, for signs of a puncture. If it is what I think it is, then the puncture would have black veins running from it, by now. The black veins would be as tiny as threads for a needle and not as visible as normal black veins should be. Because this is the early stages." She explained. " What do you think this is?" " I think it's a blood enchantment."

Too still for a man who usually made an entire room adjust its temperature just by entering it. From outside the glass, I could see him more clearly. There was a dark bruise beneath his left cheekbone, not big, but sharp enough to disturb the symmetry of that expensive face. One side of his lip was split in a thin line, a small red cut already beginning to dry. Near his jaw, there was a faint purple shadow, as if someone had pressed their knuckles there and left a signature. The skin above his eyebrow was slightly swollen, not enough to ruin anything, of course.

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

he snapped . " I don't think you noticed while you brushed but there's something sticking on your teeth and it's....well gross," she wasn't lying, there really was something black on his molars. His anger strewn face suddenly turned pale. He immediately got up from his chair and looked at the mirror that was fixed to the adjacent wall. His eyes widened and the next second, he dashed out the door. Ah, heading to the restroom, I suppose. She chuckled to herself and left the room.