Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek Novels & Stories

I have to close my eyes until they adjust. After turning off the persistent alarm on my phone inside my purse, I head to the bathroom. The horrible image that the mirror returns fills me with surprise, it's the first time in my life I've seen such a mark on my body! My right eye is completely black, its interior very red; my lips are so swollen I can barely speak; two blue spots are marked on each side of my face. Tears start flowing again while I feel like the most despised and wretched woman in the world.

You can wait until noon for the remaining relevant studies. "You drugged me?" He stands by. I watch Black closely. His white shirt he was wearing last night is no longer on him but I see it on an armchair in the corner of the room. It's torn and dirty. Black has a short-sleeved T-shirt with the Penguin logo. His face is fixed on me, while his jaw clenches the muscles when speaking. It's beautiful, but there's something else. His right cheekbone has a bruise and his lower lip has a cut in the left corner.

Waking up with a stabbing pain in the cheek is not the best clock in the world, that is what s promise. I prefer the incessant beeping of my cell phone a thousand times. My cheek burned and felt hot, both inside my mouth and outside. My head throbbed with an impossible pain, those squares that make you dizzy. My side ached when I breathed as if I had been hit there. I was almost certainly getting a bruise the size of the Colorado Canyon there.

He frowned from the strange taste and texture, but before he could say anything, he felt a pain on his cheek and the world around him turned black. “Meow!!!” he heard a kitten hissed right on his left ear. He reflexively put his hand on his left cheek and twitched in pain. It felt like it was scratched, judging by the three lines that were starting to appear under his touch. He didn’t need to guess who did it, since they shared the room every day.

He gives me a small mirror and as I look at my neck, there are thin black lines fanning out across my skin, all starting from the jagged mark. “Damien, what’s happening to me?”

And at this time, a thumb-size black spot appeared on Selena’s left cheek, like a huge black mole. “Selena, you…how do you feel right now?” Fane gulped and asked in a voice full of concerns. He did not know what it was. “I…I don’t know. I don’t feel any pain at all. What was that thing?” Selena looked preoccupied. She took out a mirror from her martial ring and looked at her face closely. “Heh? What…what is this! Dear, what is this?!”

Unfortunately he was not ready for the impact. Immediately his face turned on the left side, and he felt a stinging pain on his right cheek. He felt that he might have one or two of his teeth dislocated also. Before he could hold his chin to ease the pain a hand immediately caught his neck while choking him slightly but enough to create a shortage of oxygen.

Her left eye twitches again and there’s that purple light flickering in her yes while she bends the spoon. She seems mad… Well, I thought it was funny. Then I see something that is definitely not natural. Unlike the sudden onset of Heterochromia, there’s just a hint of black smoke oozing out her ears. Just a hint of it that makes me think for a moment that I’m in fact hallucinating… But no way, I had definitely seen it. Something is definitely going on here. “Father?” I call to him right in the middle of chewing a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

I stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. As I patted my skin dry, I caught my reflection in the mirror. There, at the base of my neck, was a mark. It wasn't a purple bruise like a normal hickey. It was a deep, angry red circle with two distinct puncture marks in the center. "Asshole bit me, but who the fuck bites someone like this, it's called a hickey not a wound" I muttered, touching it. “Ouch,” It felt hot and painful as fuck.

flawless. I almost laughed to myself because I genuinely wondered what his skincare routine was. My eyes moved lower and I noticed a tiny black dot just above his lip. It was so small that it was easy to miss, but now that I had seen it, I couldn’t unsee it. I was still staring when he suddenly turned his head and our eyes met. I froze. “Have you seen enough?” he asked. My heart skipped.