Sting Before Nose Job Novels & Stories

That power came not just from wealth or position, but from how you carried yourself, how others perceived you? "What about recovery time?" I asked, surprising myself with how clinical my own voice sounded. When had I started accepting this as necessary rather than extreme? "Two weeks for the initial healing. Six weeks before you're camera-ready for close-ups. We'll use minimally invasive techniques, fillers, fat transfers, thread lifts, and only minor surgical interventions." She turned back to the display, continuing her overview. "Subtle refinement of the nose bridge. Enhancement of the lips, not overfilled, just a slight increase in definition. Brow lift to open the eyes. And we'll adjust

I yelled, my brows creasing in anxiety as my mouth gaped out. “This is the best way to go about it. If you know that you want to vanish and be completely untraceable, then think about it.” Quinn said standing with the doctor. “So…plastic surgery is the key, huh?” I let out a deep sigh, turning to face the surgeon. “I need to know what exactly I’m going to look like after this procedure,” I informed, turning to the digital display in front of us. “Of course, so we’re going to have your cheekbones come up a little, your eyes will be a bit dragged out to give you that foxy look and we do some work on the nose and the lips.” He explained as he demonstrated through little drawings on the picture

Sure it will. It’s slow motion as Eden and I watch it happen. The needle lining up. The sharp stab as the woman jabs the needle through the cartilage of her nostril. I cringe, Lyra cringes or should I say yelps with an aggressive bout of swear words following. But once it’s done, Lyra pats away her tear streaks that she claims is just from her eyes watering before flashing us a huge smile and a full view of the dainty ring that loops around the edge of her nose.

Daniel laughed at his siblings while drinking his coffee. “Everything ready, Dad?” “Everything.” At the reception of the plastic surgery clinic, everything was prepared. “Good morning, Mr. Valença. We’re going to do the final markings, then you’ll go in for anesthesia. The surgery should last about four hours. We’ll reduce the main scars with laser combined with resection, harmonize the asymmetry, and inject growth factors to stimulate collagen. The post-operative care will involve compressive dressings and silicone gel. In six months, you’ll barely see anything anymore.”

"Is it very difficult to raise the bridge of your nose?" Marcus choked. Sonnet’s eyes lit up as she looked at Lindy. "What do you mean?" Lindy nodded slowly. "Speaking of this, our entertainment reporters know more than you do. Plastic surgery and beauty treatments are no longer something new. Not to mention the bridge of her nose, it's not impossible for her to change her face! Yves is already in her fifties, but she has maintained her appearance very young. I don't believe that she hasn't done any medical beauty treatments!"

A few minutes later, she’d finished, and she took out a skin-colored Band-Aid and applied it to the top of my nose. "There, all done!" she said triumphantly. "What's the Band-Aid for?" I asked, angling my head towards her. She held up the mirror so that I could see my face. The bruises were still visible, but a lot less shocking than they were before. "We can tell people that you had a nose job!" she squealed.

Namie said, pushing Eugene-Chan forward. "Well, I added a nose job and a few tweaks to the consent forms you signed... But look on the bright side—you have a perfect face now. You could even star in a few dramas. Plus, the procedure took a few years off you." Eugene-Chan smiled. "You look really sexy." "This isn’t me!" she said, looking at herself again in the mirror.

Beautiful enough for him to want to kiss me, to touch me. I couldn’t even begin to count how many nights I spent calculating all the what ifs, my mind spinning. What if I got a nose job—would that make a difference? Would I feel safer in my own skin? Would it finally make Finn look at me with the admiration and longing I so desperately craved? Would it make him see me, even just once? What if I didn’t stop at my nose and got fuller lips too? What ifs. Endless what ifs.

But now her appearance shocked everyone. Her nose was crooked! "I can't believe it, her nose is fake!" "No wonder her nose's shape seem so perfect, it's surgically enhanced!" "My doctor suggested the same nose shape to me. Thankfully, I didn't choose it." Agnes checked on her nose upon noticing the crowd's astonished gazes. In the next moment, she let out a high-pitched scream that seemed capable of piercing eardrums. The nose she had spent 100 thousand on was now gone!

I set my cup back on the desk and leaned closer to the camera. "There is absolutely no chance I’m leaving the house right now. I had my lips filled three days ago. My aesthetician was very clear. No extreme cold for at least a week. Do you have any idea how much that procedure cost? And how much it’ll cost me if I ruin everything by driving into a snowstorm?" Christian didn’t look even remotely impressed by my argument.