Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek Novels & Stories

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?!”

The woman turned to her and Chloe had her breath hitched to her throat. With her back turned from Chloe, the woman seemed normal. The raven black nest on the head of the woman was disheveled and seemed out of place. But when she faced Chloe, it was all... Gross. The woman had a rotten flesh on the right side of her face with the eyeball ready to fall off and the other side was all bones with an eyeball already dangling at the cheekbone. Only the neck which had a large scar that ran from the right side and below looked smooth and alive.

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.

It just sucks to be me. "He better not because I would end up devouring all that we'll cook. Oh, hello, my little peanut nephew, you helped your momma here, huh?" I answered and talked to the unborn baby in her womb. "Mhmm, now what happened to your left cheek, Syd? Toothache?" The woman asked when she noticed the red spot on my face, and I went to think of the perfect excuse. "Oh, this? Umm, no, I just... A mosquito has bitten my cheek, and I... You know, I slapped it. Slapped it real good. It still has a mark." I told her the perfect alibi, and I hope that she is convinced.

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.

The slap came out of nowhere. One moment Bianca was stepping out of the black town car, adjusting the strap of her designer bag against her shoulder, her heels clicking confidently against the sun-warmed pavement. The next, her head snapped violently to the side as sharp nails raked across her cheek with enough force to send a shockwave of pain through her skull. The sting exploded instantly—hot, blinding, humiliating. Her vision blurred for a split second, white spots dancing at the edges of her eyes.

Elizabeth observed as the veins on the side of his neck popped when his jaw ticked, teeth obviously grinding behind his thin pale pink lips. His clenched jaw was squared, with a nice love line in the middle of his jaw. A cleft chin, something one did not see everyday. There was a very noticeable ink at the side of his face, a black drawing of two serpents fighting for dominance, identical to the necklace on his neck.

But Suzanne’s gaze was not on the red marks, it was on the black spot that had formed in the middle of her palm. It’s getting worse, she told herself. The black spot had appeared 2 months ago, after her battle with the black mist. At first, she had thought nothing of it, after all, it was just a tiny little dot. She had gone to see old man Hendricks and he had told her there was nothing to worry about. Suzanne had known old man Hendricks since she was a little girl and he had never once lied to her. But then the pain came and the black mark started to spread, very much like how the root of a tree would grow. She rubbed her palms together and stood up. She had to talk to her grandmother.

Every time just to end up with the sorry, the sorry that didnt even heal the stinging sensation in his cheeks nor the pain in his heart. Removing the brush out of the black water as it left its black droplets after it one after the other. Making him open his eyes as his other hand touched one side of his cheek the tip of his finger tracing over it. From the coner of his eyes looking over the colour, pallet made him blink his eyes a few times. Eyes moving back and forth over each one of them that were separated by the small space into it. All just seems just to look the same as the others just the different shades of grey bitting over the bottom of his lips. As his eyes stop over the white co

I touched the mirror. The corner of my lips rose and created a smile. A cold wind suddenly blew. I looked at the windows only to find them close. I returned my sight on the mirror. My brows puckered. I touched my cheek seeing a black patch. I wiped it off with my hand but it only spread like an excess ink. It slowly crawled up to my chin. “What the?!” I exclaimed and started to scratch it but it kept on crawling to my face.