Sally Face Scars Novels & Stories

As she reached the stairwell, she saw Natelie sobbing pitifully, clutching her cheek. "I can't be disfigured! My face can't have scars—not even one! The engagement party is tomorrow!" Lucas gently comforted her. "Don't worry, Natelie. I'll make sure your face stays perfect. I'll get you the best medicine and the best doctor." The doctor beside them spoke up. "There's a highly effective scar removal cream, but it's expensive—about 1,000 dollars per tube." Without hesitation, Lucas pulled out a black credit card.

Sally derided, her eyes shooting angry sparks at Tristan. Tristan, who had his back to them, turned around. His face had bruises and a few cuts, obviously caused by Sally's fit. "What's going on with you two? Tristan, did you make Sally angry again? She is unstable and moody. How can you piss her off? No matter what happened, you should give in and take good care of her. You and Sally are a couple. No matter what she says or what she does, you should put up with her!" Maris was about to lash out at Tristan but backpedaled when she saw the scars on the poor man's face.

"No? Don't worry. I'm not so fragile. Furthermore, Henry had already helped me clear my reputation, which is sufficient." "You misunderstood. I mean, it's fine. Your face has healed," Penny said nervously. "Oh, you mean everything's fine? Wait, what did you say? It's fine? My face is healed?" Sheena was stunned, unable to believe what she had heard. "Yes, it's completely healed. If you don't believe me, see for yourself." Penny took the mirror and handed it to Sheena. With a single glance, Sheena could see half of her face in the mirror. Her previously scarred face had become smooth, delicate, fair, and tender.

What the hell have you done to yourself? Without makeup, my scars looked harsh. There was a long line of raised, light pink skin along my hairline. I had a scar line across the apple of my cheek that extended to the middle of my cheek, and a smaller one on the top of my lip. And hundreds of tiny pink marks scattered across half of my face, neck, chest, and arm like they were freckles. My entire left collarbone was covered with marks of stitches. I squeezed my eyes shut. It's fine. You're alright. It's fine.

This is my real face! Her skin was as white as the first snow and as delicate as silk. Her facial features were so exquisite that they looked like a painting meticulously crafted by an artist… The only flaw in her otherwise perfect face was a half-a-centimeter-long scar on the left side, on the bridge of her nose. The scar was very faint and small, but anyone would notice it if they stood close to her… ‘Alright! It’s just like Lisa-Luna said. My face has been through a huge surgery. The fact that it has been restored to this level is considered perfection!’

Victory. Applause. Flashbulbs blinding me. Cheering crowds. And I sat stiffly, applauding quietly, smiling blankly. Smoldering fire burning deep inside. Victoria jostled herself in beside me at the reception later and said, "Don't sit there like a pole. Smile, Natalie. For goodness' sake, smile." So I smiled. Until my face hurt. Until my soul wasn't my own. I caught Jake turned his face towards me, his expressionless face. Cassandra had seen it as well. She pulled him back into her and kissed him on the mouth in front of everyone.

Scars shut the front door and knelt down, his ams open wide. His three-year-old niece Cindy squealed and tore at the speed of light down the hall to him. A big part of him still couldn’t quite believe that she wasn’t fazed or freaked out by his scars, especially the ones on his face, but to nothing but his eternal relief, Cindy was fine with how he looked.

Both Roy and Stephanie shot her sharp glares. Lilith straightened at once, her face turning pale. “I... I'm going to sit somewhere else,” she muttered awkwardly, already backing away. Without waiting for a response, she slipped out of the room. Roy’s jaw tightened as he turned back to the doctor. “How long until these scars heal?” he demanded. The doctor’s lips pressed into a grim line. “I don't think they will, Mr. Gates,” he replied carefully. “The cuts were too deep. Even with treatment, there will likely be permanent scarring.”

"Yes, it was my major in college." Hearing that, a sudden fire ignited in Rosemary's eyes. She lunged forward and grabbed Tabitha's hand, her grip so tight it practically hurt, her voice vibrating with a desperation she had kept bottled up for years. "Then... the scar on my face, do you have any way to get rid of it? I've tried every scar treatment on the market over the years, expensive ones, cheap ones... not a single one does a damn thing!"

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.