With An L On Her Forehead Novels & Stories

“For as long as I can remember, I have been running. And now, my life is about to be over for something that I never knew about.” “It won’t. I refuse to let it.” The door swings open and Linc enters. He cocks an eyebrow at us. He had shaved his head since I last saw him and was now a skinhead. He wasn’t alone. A female stood by his side. She was almost as tall as him. About six foot tall, I would guess. Her red hair was braided back from her face. Her bright green eyes gave her an odd look. You didn’t really see red heads with green eyes.

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His scent was restless. The door creaked open. She stepped out like she’d been waiting on the porch the whole time. Purple and red hair streaked down her shoulders, black eyes catching the last light of day. Her skin was pale, but a sharp black heart sat tattooed on her cheek, carved like it was burned in. “Lorna Orein,” I said before anyone else spoke.

His dark hair was spread against the pillow and his breathing was slow and peaceful. The bedsheets hugged his body gently, and the morning light rested on his face like a soft kiss. His face looked calm, strong and breathtaking while he slept. Lira stood by the mirror, applying her lipstick with slow care. Her long hair was pushed back, falling neatly behind her shoulders. She wore a black gown that held her skin gently, fitting her body like a second skin. The soft glow from the lamp above her mirror touched her cheekbones and made her skin shine beautifully.

“Lily…” The petite girl standing before him looked worse than the last time he saw her. Her long dark hair spilled messily around her face, hiding most of her features. But not enough to hide the angry scratch marks lining her pale skin. From her necks to her arms. Even parts of her face. Some looked raw, while some still bled. Her oversized sweater slipped slightly from one shoulder. Leo noticed fresh marks there too. Her small body trembled. As if even standing exhausted her. She kept her head lowered, trying to hide her face.

"It's Loren​zo." She lower⁠ed⁠ he⁠r arms. Her fa‌ce‌ was gray with dust. blood t​r⁠ickled from a cut on her forehead, mix‌ing wit​h t‍he grime. She looked at me, he‌r eyes wide and dazed. ‌"Did​ we d‍ie?" she whispered. "No," I said. "Not yet." I grabbed the heav​y railing t‍r​apping her legs​. I gritted my te‌eth. I lifted. M‍y muscl‌es screamed. I threw the wo‌od aside.‍

Lana stands beneath the rusted signpost, her golden hair swept back in a casual braid, a pristine white coat wrapped tightly around her body despite the warm air. Her smile is slow and poisonous. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.”

I relax. “Laura.” She reaches out to touch my cheek. My eyes close at the sensation that washes over my skin. I remember her from my dream before. She came back. “You’re here.” When I open my eyes, she nods, and I study the pretty markings on her face. A triangle with circles glimmer across her forehead, and her eyelashes are a metallic blue. She takes my face between her warm hands, and I exhale a breath of relief. “Do not forget your power.”

And as soon as my eyes fell on her, I got lost in a dream with my open eyes. A young girl in her early twenties was standing in front of the car wearing only a thin white nightdress, soaked and stuck with her body in the rain. Her long black hair was damp and sticking to her face, but still the bruises on her face were clearly visible through it. The dark circle under her right eye, the cut on her lip and the red swollen forehead were all popping out nicely on her fair skin.

"You think that would work? I don't even know how to use the powers in a way that would conceal the mark." "Just try." Ashford urged. "It won't hurt." "Ok." Luna said this and raised her hand to her forehead. She rubbed her hand against the mark, and blue lights emitted from them. Her eyes were closed, and Ashford and Neon stared at her, hoping to see results. After a few seconds, she removed her hand from her forehead. Her hair moved in rhythm and covered her forehead. She pushed her hair away to reveal her forehead. "Gone?" She inquired. "Is it gone?"