Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek Novels & Stories

It's better to have somebody on whose shoulder I can cry on my bad days Or share my happiness than have nobody to rely on. My chain of thought broke and I came back to reality. I didn't even notice when my client came and sat on the chair before me. I checked the clipboard to see my client's name and put it down. "Yes Mrs Warna, how can I help you today?". "Willow had been facing redness, swelling and bleeding gums for the last couple of months. At first I thought it would go away but after a few months it became worse than before". " Place her on the bed please ".

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.

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?”

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...”

My breasts have purple blotches, my nipples ache and they have teeth marks; my sex is sensitive and dark pink, while my thighs have his handprints, not to mention the marks on my wrist. "Are you...is it a medical condition?" I ask; when I try to cross my hands on my chest, I wince and drop them to my side. Shit…it feels like I have an electric current running through my body through my nipples. Unfortunately, all he does is yawn at my question as if asking, 'Do you have to be this noisy in the morning.' "Christopher!" I call when his expression persists. "It happens sometimes." He answers. Sometimes? Why does now have to be one of those ‘sometimes’?