Novel & Cerita Painless Black Spot Inside Cheek

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 just need to get some long rest. I haven't been able to have some good sleep when I close my eyes I tend not to be able to fall asleep. I don't know what is going on with me for over a week now. I have been feeling weak and sick looking paler than I was before. Does it seem like my body is getting ready to change this year? I hope it doesn't get worst this time around. I am not prepared to face the pack members or Alpha about it yet. I don't want to be called an anomaly. I might probably get thrown out of the pack this time. I fastened out of my thought when I felt severe pain in my right cheek.

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."

“Go ahead.” He took pictures of my face from different angles. And then checked my face. He clicked a button and then started talking. “Patient has a broken cheek. Possible broken occipital bone, both eyes have broken blood vessels. Nose is broken, in what looks to be three spots.” He hissed as he checked my lip. “Split lip.” He pulled away. “Is there anything else?” I nodded. I nodded to my side. “I’d love to help, but I have a rib sticking through my side.”

"Today I work the late shift. I'll head out when Sherry gets here." She stopped asking Channing to go since she knew he would not give up. Channing assisted her in washing herself in the restroom, saying, "I'll wait for you outside; let me know when you're ready." "Alright." Stella opened the toothpaste and toothbrush that Sherry had purchased the day before. She had noticed that the corner of her mouth had fractured and was starting to scab when she looked up. Looking back, she realized it makes sense why she had pain in the corner of her mouth after eating porridge the night before. However, even after giving it a lot of thought, she was unable to determine how the wound came to be, thus s

I watched him and felt something flutter in my belly. This is my third meeting with him— of course, after colliding with him each time— yet I have never seen him properly. He had a mole in the corner of his mouth on the left side and one under his left eye, and another one right across his left tragus. Envy flowed through me because his skin is flawless. I absentmindedly touched a hand on my face and sensed the bumps on my skin, the acne. Some were achy and inflamed. Rest others feeling hard under my fingers.

His face was covered with numerous ugly inflamed pimples, on top of other purely physical deformities. I wondered whether he had been born like this, or if it was the result of some terrible disease. Suddenly, my attention was caught by one particularly large pimple on his chin. It was red, with a white, pus-filled center. And then—right before my eyes—that center burst, splattering its contents onto the table near the king’s hand. The man was still lost in thought, calmly chewing his food, completely unaware of what had happened, while I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the disgusting sight, fighting the urge to throw up.

I look at myself in the mirror and I almost jump in horror. ''What is this?'' I say to myself as I look up close. Dark circles forming under my eyes because lack of sleep. Seeing my light brown eyes shining brightly with light gold specs. They are visible because paleness of my skin. I take a closer look at my pale chapped lips. Like seriously, how can Alex have moisturised lips and I'm here and stuck with chapped lips? What is wrong with the world?