Novel & Cerita Sally Face Scars

She moves further back and her face was a mess it made Mikael gasped. Bruises mark her cheek, creating contrast upon her fair skin. It was red and swollen with blood flowing down her cut up lips and nose. Her left eyes were almost swollen shut with reddish purple hue covering the whole area. Even her dress ripped in the middle has scratches and dark bruises. He knew Vlad was cruel but not this cruel especially to woman. Why her? Why Zara and she was willing to answer him without asking.

"Why did you throw away everything I gave you?" "That's none of your business." I stared back at him, detached. The handprint from that morning was still on my face. Sally had not held back. My cheek was bruised and swollen, the outline of his fingers clearly visible, and instead of fading with time, it had only gotten worse. When Sally saw my face, his expression changed. He stared at the mark, frozen, and after a long silence, he muttered, "I didn't know it would be this bad."

Skyla's eyes went wide when something clicked in her mind, "Oh Goddess! I was gaping at his abs and belly button for a long time. Is it because of that, he is…" To her surprise, the remaining words didn't get complete in her mind, the moment her eyes settled on his face. Skyla looked at the scars with a sinking heart and then gaped at all his facial features before moving to his eyes. She said, her voice bearing a heavy shock in it, "Are you okay?"

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

Yvonne had a grim expression on her face as she hung up. She was startled to see Stephen staring at her unwaveringly when she turned around. It was the first time Stephen had a good look at Yvonne’s face. She had clear skin, shining brown eyes, and rosy lips. Her features were delicate and beautiful. However, the fake scar on her face was even more terrifying than he'd imagined. In contrast to her beautiful and alluring appearance, the appalling scar on her cheek made her seem even more eerie

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

A few moments later, he said, “I thought you had an ugly scar on your face. How come your face feels so smooth? I don’t feel any bumps or scars.” Her face was very smooth, completely free of any bump or roughness. It didn’t feel like a scarred face. He had felt her face from the right side to the left side, feeling nothing but smoothness all the way. Luna suddenly got nervous. Shit! She totally forgot that the surface of the scar had to feel uneven. She hoped he didn’t figure anything out. “Where is your scar?” Preston asked harshly, bringing her fear to life. She had to think fast, and so she did. “Oh, you see, I apply moisturizer on my scar every day. It’s normal that the scar should have

I feel out of breath just reading the list but as I attend each appointment the stress and strain melt away from my body and mind leaving me utterly relaxed and my skin glowing. The facial specialist was surprised by my scars once my makeup was removed but she remained professional and when she was done even that area of my skin felt soft and less taught. Throughout the day they also provided food and snack for us and finally, we make it to the salon. “How would you like your makeup this evening miss?” “Normally I wear a thick layer of foundation to cover my scars and then thick dark eyeliner. I still would like my scars hidden so I wonder if you might have a better technique that will allow

Liziwe said not a word, but continued to stare unblinkingly, her mouth set in a firm, downward line. The month of confinement had not been kind. Her face had grown sallow and drawn; her bright eyes dull. The blow to her cheek had only begun to heal, leaving a shining, ripe scar in its place. It drew the eye, and made Susan cringe to look at it. And though one day it might fade, it could never be erased entirely: for there, upon her face, she would carry the reminder of that day, forever and always.

The face underneath made everyone suck in a sharp breath. Her skin was covered in scars. Yet even through the damage, I could still see the outline of Cheryl's face.