Sudut Bibir Luka Novels & Stories

Pushing it up to have her eyes widen. " What are you doi-" " I told you to shut up. Didn't I?" She obliges and I lift up her face to look into her injuries closely. There was a cut on her forehead which I clean with the dab. She doesn't flinch as I expected her to. Next I brush my fingers on her cheek to find it swollen. It will get worse till tomorrow. Looking lower I next focus on her bleeding lip to find her biting it anxiously. " Don't bite it"

It had already healed, and the scar was already fading. Christine's hair was pulled back, Sebastian lacing his fingers into the weave of luscious blonde locks and smashed his lips on hers. His fangs nipped her lips, causing blood to drip down her cheek. Licking her clean slowly, her cut was already healing. They panted as they pulled away.

But he let me lead him back toward the house anyway, his arm still around my waist like he was afraid I might collapse if he let go. The suite was quiet when we got there. I pulled Dante straight to the bathroom and made him sit on the counter while I gathered supplies. Antiseptic, bandages, tweezers for the glass I could see embedded in his cheek. "This is going to hurt," I warned. "I've had worse." I started with the cut above his eyebrow, cleaning away the blood so I could see how bad it actually was. Deep enough that it should probably have stitches but not deep enough to be life threatening. I pressed gauze against it to stop the bleeding and Dante didn't even flinch.

I wondered. My mate, my fierce mate was finally in front of me. I cannot stop smiling even though she was cursing and abusing me. Her free hand did its work of scratching my skin with her broken, damaged nails. However, what made me stop smiling was her face. There was a cut on the left corner of her lips, a scratch on her right cheek and a bleeding wound on her forehead.

"Do not move" I whisper while carefully pressing the coton with alcohol exactly at the corner of his lower lip. He hissed and groan softly so I immediately put away the cotton from him and I start blowing his wound. My goodness, he's such a baby. "Stop complaining, it's just a small cut" I said examining the cut on his lower lip. It's not that bad though. Compared Giann- Gianni's wound is much alarming. I can still recall the blood on Gianni's nose. I hope someone is treating his wound right now and he's not overthinking about what happen.

The entire left side of his jawbone was swollen into a massive, deep purple mass. A yellowish-black bruise ringed his right eye, forcing it half-shut. His bottom lip was split wide open, heavily scabbed with dried blood. "Leo," Aria whispered, the teasing completely gone. She leaned forward over the table. "Your face." Leo didn't look at her. He picked up a paper packet of sugar and tore the top off. "It’s fine. Sit back."

Up close, the damage was really bad with his lip split, cheek bruised, and a shallow cut along his jaw that looked like it came from a knife or something sharp. His shirt was also torn at the shoulder, revealing more ink and what looked like the beginning of another bruise blooming across his collarbone. “This is going to sting,” I muttered, tearing open a wipe. He didn’t flinch when I pressed it to the cut on his lip. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, like he was trying to figure out what game I was playing. I cleaned the blood carefully, dabbing at the split with gentle but steady pressure. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the soft rustle of gauze and our brea

"She's lost her uterus and won't be able to have children anymore. "Additionally, she has eleven lacerations on her face, most likely caused by broken glass. The cuts are jagged, and they've been infected with wolfsbane. The scars will probably remain even with reconstructive surgery." "I understand," I replied, taking the report and clutching it tightly. A mix of heartache and disgust warred within me, tearing me apart. "They were brutal," the doctor added, shaking his head. "Using glass ensures the wounds are more painful, and healing takes longer."

The movement caused her teeth to slightly catch his lower lip, making it bleed. “Ouch,” Lucain winced in pain as he placed his hand at the side of his lip and opened his eyes wide, staring at Claudia in confusion. Swiftly, Claudia’s eyes widened too as she rushed toward him. “Hey, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered, grabbing Lucain’s hand as her eyes welled up with tears. “Where can I get ice to put on your lips?” Lucain sighed. “Ice doesn’t work on me.” “Huh? Then what can I use? Do you have an ointment to disinfect the injury?”

Resting my hands on the porcelain sink, I looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my lips bruised and swollen. There was no doubt that I’d been fucked every which way, all night long. Tilting my head, I looked at the bite mark that Lucian had given me. Bruises bloomed along my skin, harsh reds and purples that I knew would take a long time to heal. Bringing my fingers up, I winced as I probed at the tender flesh. It felt strange, pulling at things inside of me that I didn’t want to think about.