Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek Novels & Stories

Micah knitted his eyebrows and pressed onto his temple trying to remember why he had gotten himself drunk to an extent that he didn’t know where he was or what he had done to deserve such pain in his jaw. He slowly got up and walked over to the washroom. He opened the tap and splashed his face with some cold water to wake himself up, he looked into the mirror and saw himself staring back at him like usual, but there was something wrong with his face. His left cheek was slightly swollen and the skin of his lip had a small injury on it. It looked like he had but into it for some reason, but biting lips wasn’t his thing, never.

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.

Starting from the roots she brushed her hair to the up, detangling and styling it too, when she was done she placed the brush back on the desk, while she used her hand to adjust the hair behind her ears. Grace felt a sharp pain on her neck as her hand connected with it, She yelped slightly, while she used her hands to push all her hair to the other side to check the source of the pain. Going closer to the mirror Grace noticed a large spot on the side behind her ears, it was puplish and looked like a bite mark. Grace's eyes widened, She continued to examine it, feeling a sense of anger while her body became hot all over. Mr Black had given her a hickey.

I gape at it for a minute making my head ache slightly at the brightness of the room, feeling the wall to my side I feel the light adjuster so I dim the room a bit. I walk towards the mirror and gasp at the woman staring back at me. My hair looks like it's been attacked by birds, small cut near the hairline. I run my hand through the mess to tame it a bit but wince when I touch a sensitive spot at the back, covered by a cloth material. I look at my hand and sigh in relief when no blood is seen, my eyes have purplish and yellowish bruises around them. My bottom lip is burst, covered in flakes of dry blood.

I turned and looked at the glory hole. This person was even more eager than most. Lips were pressed up against the hole, almost poking through to my side. I knew instantly that the lips belonged to a woman (usually I didn't see and didn't know). They were exceptionally thick and pouty, but natural. They had a gentle pink color but with absolutely no hint of lipstick. Her lips were somewhat open, almost a sly smile, revealing a small line of dazzlingly white teeth. There were no winkles at the corner of her mouth so I knew she was young. The only blemish, if you can call it that, on the light white skin around her lips was a beauty mark just above her lip on the left side of her nose. Honestl

Neither of them spoke, and a subtle tension crept into the silence—an awkward, breathless stillness that hovered just beneath the surface. She used several cotton swabs to carefully wipe the blood away. But as she worked, she noticed something. There was no visible split at the corner of his mouth. "You’re bleeding inside your mouth, aren’t you?" she asked, brows drawn together in mild concern. Eugene must’ve landed a punch right to the side, hard enough that Louis’ teeth had cut into the inside of his cheek. Louis nodded with a grimace. "Tastes like blood. Probably from the inside."