Woke Up With Scratches On My Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We need to clean up your head and your face." "My face?" He stands, holding his hand out to me. I take it, swaying on my feet a little. He holds my shoulders, guiding me into the bathroom. "Take a look..." I face the mirror, gasping. A large bruise stretches over my eyes and cheek. My lip is split and there is a nasty gash on my right cheek. These injuries must have been from me falling on my face when I was hit in the back of the head. As my breathing settles, a deep ache settles in around my eye. I was so caught up in getting out safely that I didn't even feel the pain.

The next day came in a flash, I woke up with slight headache. It must be from crying till I blacked out. I walked into my bathroom and looked at my reflection. I looked horrible, my cheeks were puffy, my nose was pink and my eyes were dull and swollen. I felt disgusted by my self, they were right , I am ugly.

It wasn’t the sun that woke me up the next day, but the heat. I groaned, stumbling out of bed. Somehow, I managed to knock my knee against a dresser—and then slammed my face right into a wall. Another groan escaped me. Something wet licked my bare knee, and I remembered where I was. Rocco’s house. Werewolf mate. Instant-hubby. Right. Cool. Okay. “Think I bruised my nose,” I mumbled into the wall I’d crashed into, my body plastered to it for support. It came out like absolute gibberish.

But the force kept pulling me through. I woke up gasping. My heart was racing. Sweat covered my body. I touched my face, expecting to feel blood. My fingers came away wet, but not with sweat. With blood. I sat up quickly and looked at my arms. Light scratches covered my skin from my wrists to my shoulders. They were thin but real. Fresh. Still bleeding slightly. I looked at my legs. More scratches there too. But how was that possible? It had been a dream. Just a dream.

I yelled. “Byeeee…” Their footsteps faded until there was only silence again. Sweet, awkward silence. I sighed and finally dragged myself to the sink. The moment water touched my skin, I winced. Pain—hello, my old friend. I looked up at the mirror. Makeup: obliterated. Face: war zone. My nose was bruised, the left side of my face was starting to look like abstract art, and my lip had a fresh cut. Oh, and a beautiful new forehead wound. Lovely.

I tried to open my eyes but it hurt. My head was aching. I growled and tried to adjust my sight. I opened them and my vision was blurry. I saw a set of fingers pointing at my face and my face felt warm. I got up at once and gasped. " Calm down." He said. " Miles?" " Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked and I sighed. I touched my face and it was smooth. If I could remember vividly, Aiden's girlfriend smashed my face on a car window because of some fucked up reasons. I picked my phone and stared at my reflection on my selfie camera, there were no bruises at all.

I froze, don't open it, I told myself. But something in me… wanted to, I crept to the door and pressed my ear against it. The growling stopped, and then a whisper, rough and animalistic. "Mine." I gasped and stumbled backward, the doorknob twisted then stopped. Something sniffed the door, then silence, a footsteps retreating. The next morning, I woke up with a headache and scratches on the inside of my thighs. I hadn't left the bed, and I hadn't let anyone in. So where the hell did the marks come from?

I woke up to being hugged, it took me time to get my thoughts together, then I recalled what had happened last night, a sound I couldn't recognize came out from my mouth, I screamed and jumped with force . "could you be more quit" I heard a video from behind. I turned around only to see man naked beside me , I screamed " o my goodness, what did you do to me " I started hitting and kicking on the bed.

I was completely healed from the accident so I didn’t need painkillers to sleep anymore. Luckily, the scratches on my face had healed as well and the bruises, they all disappeared. When I finally sunk deep in the sheets and closed my eyes, my phone rang; I grabbed it right away and saw an unknown number but I picked it up anyway for some reason. "Hello?" The sound of a distant blow… It was a loud one "Hello?" Silence… "who is this?" No answer on the other end… "Hello?" beep-beep, beep-beep End of phone call

For once, I woke up without fear or pain. I pushed the dream aside and focused on getting out of bed. It took more effort than I would have liked, but I managed to swing my legs over the side and stand. Never, I shuffled to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth, then splashed some water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I looked like hell. I had dark circles under my eyes, and the rope burns were still visible on my wrists. There were a few small cuts on my neck from where Isaac had pressed the knife, although my wolf had mostly healed those.