Woke Up With Scratches On My Face Novels & Stories

I took a look at my ankle and noticed a slight improvement from yesterday to today, but the pain seemed the same. I took a deep breath and smelled food coming from the hallway. When I left the room and saw no movement, I decided to go to the bathroom first. The bruises on my face had already deflated, but the marks were still a little purple. The small scratches that I had all over my body were almost completely healed, but my neck was going to take a little longer because of the silver. Other than that, my muscles were already better, and I looked good enough to be able to kick someone's face in again.

He seemed devoid of energy. Having a tough day, she climbed upstairs and went to the lounge to shower quickly. After applying some ointment to her injuries and face, she lay on the bed and dozed off. Suddenly, she woke up in pain. Her face was burning. She struggled to the bathroom and was startled to see her face swollen in the mirror.

At some point, around three in the morning, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen for water. That's when I discovered that the scratch I'd gotten few hours ago was no longer there.

The wound had left a very visible scar on my back aside from the few scratches I sustained to my face from being forced to the ground when I was struggling to save my sister. The loud scream from the room brought us back from our state of reverie, and we both rushed to the room to check up on her.

He doesn’t say more but moves to stand where he first did when we came leaving the chair to me. The doctor returns, handing me a picture, and says my blood results are perfect. “Doctor. I had an erhm incident the other day. I got three scratches over my cheek. But only two of them healed completely and disappeared.” The doctor sits down in front of me, checking my face and a frown finds its way onto his face. “Was this made by another wolf’s claws?” I look at him, and my eyes flicker to Liam. I don’t want to course problems.

With the excitement and emotions starting to subside, the poor child looks exhausted. I leave them and go into the kitchen for some calming tea. Then change my mind and pour myself a glass of wine instead. At this point, I think I’ve earned it. I go up to my room and into the bathroom to clean up, and flinch when I see my face. There’s a cut on my cheek and it’s bruised and starting to swell. My knuckles are split from where they connected with Vanessa’s face. I wet a cloth with cold water and start to dab at my face.

I braced both hands on the edge of the sink and lifted my eyes to the mirror, and there it was. Three furrows down the side of my throat. They had stopped bleeding hours ago, but they had not stopped looking like what they were. A woman's marks. A woman half my size and out of her mind on grief and an empty stomach, and she had still reached up and opened my skin with her bare hand. The scratches ran from just under my ear down toward my collarbone. By morning they would be scabbed over. I stared at them for a long time. "What the hell is wrong with you," I said to the mirror.

He asked. My hands folded together in my lap. I dug my nails into my palms and kept my eyes cast down to the floor. “Since I got here. It started getting worse just a few weeks ago though. They come after me during gym and again after classes. I don’t know how but one of them has a knife, another one has a glove with metal on the knuckles.” Jakob opened the kit and Julie helped him to clean my face. I let out a sharp hiss as they dabbed antiseptic on my split lip and the scratches covering my face and arms.

Ari’s POV I woke up in the middle of the night, my head pounding, my face throbbing with a dull, relentless ache. I sat up slowly, touching my cheek gingerly. A sharp sting shot through my skin. Great. Just great. Dragging myself to the bathroom, I flicked on the light and winced at my reflection. My eye was swollen, a dark bruise forming around it. The area around my cheekbone was red and tender. Jonathan had hit me.

Phil's voice was soothing as his hand stroked my back. He just let me cry on his shoulders until I felt better. And after I calmed down, I released him from my tight hug. I couldn't stop staring at his right cheek. It has marks on my fingernails because I scratched him earlier. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scratch your face. I thought you were one of the men who tried to kidnap me," I apologized to him. I lifted my hand and caressed his face with a scratch from my nail. It was red and a little blood came out.