With An L On Her Forehead Novels & Stories

They were not themselves. “What do you mean?” I asked and she moved the blade lightly over Laila’s face and down her chin drawing small blood. I winced and my fists tightened. Laila remained still, and for the first time, i paid attention to her face. Her eyes were sealed shut and her lips in a thin line, there was no sign to see if she was breathing. Her face was pale and with the mark the blade made, tiny droplets of blood escaped the broken skin and trickled down the side of her face staining her hair.

I wondered what was going through that hollow little head of yours not to tell me. She held my hand and my eyes followed her face. “Hi” I said softly. She smiled slightly. “Hi” she whispered. I moved closer. “Do you feel anything?” I ran my hand lightly over her head and noticed that there were spots where the blow to the forehead had been, but there seemed to be two or three. Lara put her hand on her face where there was a bruise and grimaced. “It hurts here.” I took her hand away from her face and held it.

Harman called out softly to her. She shivered all over, stopped walking, looked at his delicate and handsome face. "It's you?" Harman nodded, coldly staring at her pitiful figure. There was a wound on her forehead, slightly furrowed her brows, couldn't think of what happened to her, but it can be confirmed, she must have occurred. Something unexpected. Her eyes were full of vigilance and stubbornness, and there was a little hurt in the depths of her eyes. A pair of eyes that make one feel compassion.

It will only make the pack fight worse if the elite Alpha steps into the mud. Kaelen nods his head once. His dark eyes slide past my body, locking onto the tiny female pup wrapped in my mother’s winter coat. Liora has thick black hair tied into two neat little ponytails, and her round face looks clean and white against the dark wool. Under her long, curly eyelashes are two massive, bright eyes that look like they were carved out of clear river glass. She looks like a perfect little angel doll. Then Kaelen looks back at my face, his big fingers gripping the steering wheel until the plastic cracks under his nails.

Then, his sharp gaze flickered—briefly—down to her neck. Lina swallowed. She knew what he was looking at. Dane’s mark. Her stomach twisted. She had seen herself in the mirror before leaving the room—the faint bruising at the base of her throat, the telltale sign of Dane’s claim. Louis’s expression remained unreadable, but something in his posture shifted. Lina lifted her chin, forcing herself to walk past him as if nothing had changed. She refused to let him—or anyone—see how shaken she was. But as she passed, Louis spoke. “You look different.”

Not to be stereotypical but maybe blonde too. This Lizzie wasn't any of those things. Ryan's enthusiastic tone did nothing to put a smile on her face. She wore a scowl firmly on her lips like it was a part of her clothing. Speaking of clothing, the black leather shorts, oversized tee with a skull face and crossbones insignia and black choker necklace only made her look scarier. Her face was surprisingly devoid of make up save for the red lipstick. It stuck out on the pale, bare canvas and I wished there was some other makeup. It would help make her look less intimidating.

Like, really steamy. Alpha Lucas clears his throat loudly, clearly trying to salvage what’s left of their dignity, while Luna Allison practically yanks her top into place, smoothing down her hair as if that’ll erase what we just walked in on. Her face is a shade of beetroot red I didn’t know was possible for humans.

she inquired, her tone gentle yet probing. The girl, her movements measured and deliberate, nodded slowly in affirmation, her eyes cast downward in deference. Aurora's brow furrowed slightly in bemusement as she questioned the necessity of the girl's veiled appearance. She was wearing a mask and her long bangs were hiding her eyes. "Why are you covering your face?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

I say informatively. Yup. She didn’t like that… “I could just kill you right now!” She screams again in my face, eyes darkening to near black. I hold my arms out bent at the elbow, “I’d like to see you try, go ahead,” I antagonize. I’ve struck a chord, she’s fuming, and she grunts loudly, “I’m going to…” Something hits my forehead. Wait a fucking second, did she just violently flick my forehead with her..finger..?

With that, she walked away. Lily sighed, rubbing her forehead.