Sally Face Scars Novels & Stories

I didn't like the way he called my sister Alicia Scarface, in reference to the scar that marked her face. “Wait, did you say one of them has a scar on her face? You sure it isn't Alicia?" Eric had asked. “Who is Alicia? Anyway the Scarface said her name was Joyce Donaldson. Could be she lied." Brice said. My heart was now thumping dangerously. “I need to talk to you alone Brice. Can Andrew wait outside?" Eric had demanded and I walked out of the radio room. I wasn't gone far when I heard the next instructions.

Ever since Eva ripped and burned my face, I'd had a livid scar that extended from the corner of my right eye down the cheek. Now, though, the tear track scar was a paler shade of pink. The shiny tissue felt softer when I touched it. How had that happened? None of the creams or medicines I'd dared to try had ever worked.

"Bear with me. There might be a slight discomfort." "Alright!" Carissa closed her eyes and let the staff member expertly work on her face. The discomfort was indeed minimal, barely noticeable. "My lady, you have such fair and smooth skin, so it doesn't require much effort," Sally commented while deftly threading Carissa's face. Sally's skill was impressive, and she spoke clearly despite working on her task.

she finally declared, her voice steady despite the underlying uncertainty. With deliberate movements, she reached up and removed the veil that concealed her face. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her true appearance. Sheila's facial scar twisted across her cheek like a dark, jagged river, its presence dominating her features with an undeniable rawness. Beneath it, her skin bore the marks of a tumultuous journey, contorted into ridges and valleys that spoke of pain and resilience.

Sarah's most serious injury was not on her leg but her face. She flaunted a conspicuous scar that stretched across her left cheek. Although the wound had already scabbed over and had started to recover, the pink scar was still impossible to ignore. It was a devastating blow for a girl whose vanity formed a big part of her life—especially Sarah, who took pride in her looks. Since her hospital admission, she hadn't looked in the mirror. She couldn't bear seeing the prominent scar that now adorned her face.

, Anna heard a voice saying and she wondered who it was coming from. She heard a switch somewhere and the room was lit and she Gould see the faces. She did not need to be told who Scarface was as she could see it on his face. The scar on his face ran from his forehead down to his neck and she wondered who had left such a nasty mark. The rest of his face wasn't in good shape either. He had burns on his skin as if he had been in a fire. It was an ugly mess. His mouth was twisted to the side. She couldn't even bare looking at him, he sure looked scary.

Chapter 34 One became two and two became three. Repeated surgeries were performed on Saul to give him a comely, scarless face. Saul had to stay in the hospital for six long months with a bandage on his face. It was nothing less than a hell for him. Finally it was the time to open the bandage and Scarlet was extremely worried about his reaction to the new look. Just as she imagined, Saul yelled looking at himself in the mirror. Scarlet tried to pacify him. “It's okay son, God has been kind to us and you have recovered fully. Be happy for the new life you got.” She tried to boost his morale.

Sunny patted her back. "You came to rescue me all by yourself, that's already incredibly amazing." "How many best friends could actually do something like that?" "Most people would just try to save their own skin in a situation like that." But Sheila still felt terrible. Although her injuries had healed pretty well, the four or five centimeter scar on her face, from where the kidnappers had cut her, still remained. "No matter how much it costs, I'll get the scar on your face fixed." Sunny touched the scar. "Yeah, this kind of scar is actually pretty easy to fix, so don't worry too much about it."

Sally was surprised to see her, her eyes rolling from up then down to her body as she saw the patient uniform she was wearing. “Why were you shouting my name like that earlier, huh? Do you wanna die? What gave you the right to scream my name like that?!” Sally was now yelling back at Scarlet, walking closer to her. But unknown to Sally, going closer to Scarlet was the greatest mistake she made because as soon as she was close enough, Scarlet slapped her face dirtily. “What! Did you just slap?” Sally's eyes widened in shock as she held her cheek, it was stinging her badly.

she said pointing at his cheek, he touched his cheeks causing more to smear. “ You are adding more she said almost grinning at the look on his face. “Here?” He asked dusting his hands on a dish rag and touching his face again. “Yes! You're almost done, on the left, now on the left” She snap when he touched his eyes. He looked at her raising one of his brows. "sorry sir" she added akwardly. "Why don't you help me out?" He asked dropping his hands. " it will be alot more easier" he added when she did not reply.