Novel & Cerita Sudut Bibir Luka

I asked Eddie as I sat down across from him. "It looks like she ripped it out of the jaws of a Beta wolf like the tiny little psycho she is." The male Beta answered me laughing causing his sister to smack him. "It's pretty gnarly. Definitely some broken bones, definitely gonna need a shit ton of stitches. Probably even surgery since she doesn't have her wolf yet." The female Beta answered honestly.

Maybe even a year. Sandu bypassed all of it, even the fresh lacerations and tears, to get to the puncture wound on the girl's throat. He had to stop the bleeding. That had to be done or they couldn't leave with her. He closed the wound from the inside out. There was damage to her larynx. The two-inch tube was shredded. If she was going to speak again, he had to at least address that. It took longer than Sandu expected, and by the time he'd managed to get some of the tubing to stick together in the beginnings of a repair, someone or something hit his body, knocking it sideways, and his spirit abruptly was pulled from the girl back to his own shell.

Adora stared at his bruised, busted-up face, lips twitching as if warring between annoyance and reluctant sympathy. After a few seconds of silent resistance, she sighed, sat down to face him, and tore open the pack of cotton swabs. Louis immediately turned, sitting upright and still like an obedient schoolboy. The cabin light glowed above them, illuminating the damage. His lip was split, his jaw darkening with a bruise, and the corner of one eye was already showing signs of swelling. Eugene hadn’t held back. "You’re not supposed to be some hotshot?" she muttered, dabbing iodine onto the cut at his lip. "And yet you got your ass handed to you by your nephew."

How his smile made her feel from her appearance or awakening in that room. Now as she is sitting down, she sees clearly the scar above his lip. It cuts right through his bottom lip almost to the corner of his mouth, a perfect circle that makes Noelle sick just thinking about it. His teeth are crooked, sharp and pointed. Noelle has never liked teeth like his.

T-Murek could see her tongue; it had been burnt off completely, leaving blood to flood inside her mouth. T-Murek gently raised the bowl to empty its contents over her head. Loretta was shaking terribly as hot oil rained down on her. The oil hissed after it touched the hairs on her head, burning them off. Her skin shrank from the hot oil that trickled over her. Her eyes bulged out in pain. She opened her mouth wide as though she’d wanted to scream, but no sound came off, not even the slightest breath, only bubbles of blood formed within her throat. Her voice box had completely been damaged.

I mumbled pressing my lips to his. The ting of blood touched my taste buds making me pull away. His green eyes peered into my blue ones. He had a cut on his lower lip but other than that he seemed perfect."Why are you here?" I asked, running my thumb over his cut. He flashed me a smile his hand raising his shirt and revealing a bandaid."What happened?" I gasped, my hand touching my own abdomen."It's nothing but a claw mark." He stated in a know it all tone."sum it up to a laceration that nearly penetrated the epidermis all the way.

His breathing was ragged, not from desire, but from intense pain. "What... what have you done?" he said. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. There was a little blood at the corner of my lips. "You told me to suck it," I said flatly. "Not... not to bite it, idiot!" "You should have been more specific," I said. Luca groaned in pain. His body was still bent, his hands still pressing the area I had bitten. I could see the mark of my teeth on his pants: the upper and lower teeth, clear, horseshoe-shaped.

Whoever was holding it didn’t care about framing, only about capturing pain. Damian’s head was bowed at first, hair damp with sweat or blood. When he lifted his face, my breath snagged. His left eye was swollen. Not the neat purple of makeup the ugly, uneven puffiness of real trauma. One cheekbone sat slightly wrong, like it had taken a hit it hadn’t fully recovered from yet. I paused the video and zomed in. His lips were split not cleanly, but torn. Blood had dried unevenly at the corner of his mouth, dark and cracked.

Esli appeared to be obedient. "Are you sure she just passed out because of tension? Not because she's crying over her misfortune of marrying a disgusting husband?" Eduardo approached the bed. Ruby, who had been looking down, dared to peek. Eduardo's eyes were very green. Just like the photo she had seen. The photo Esli showed wasn't fake; only his face had changed. Whatever caused his injuries was extremely harmful. His face seemed divided in two. The right side was still smooth, but the other looked uneven, with three large grooves running from forehead to neck. Wrinkled and forcibly pulled until the left side of his mouth tilted upward. Like forming a permanent mocking grin.

• ────── ✾ ────── • December 31. Thanks to Lucas' tumor, I had the privilege of finding an excellent plastic surgeon who recommended a healing gel capable of closing a wound in a short time. So my bruised lip was history, as was the scratch on my eyebrow. My knuckles were perfectly fine, and the color on my chin was no longer so evident, which gave me the peace of mind to show up for today's event.