Zooey Deschanel Nose Job Novels & Stories

she continued, taking another puff of cigarette. I looked into my mother's hazel eyes, despite her wild living, she looked very pretty. Best put, artificially pretty. Her nose appeared more pointed than it was when I left her in Carolton. I knew she had gone ahead to get a nose job after my departure, even after undergoing a breast enhancing transplant and butt surgery during my stay in Carolton. She was always concerned about her appearance. “That stare!" She startled me that instant. ‘My goodness!' “I still look edible right?" She asked with a smile, before exclaiming, “Urrrggghhh! I need a damn drink!"

She could not come up with an excuse, just two days ago she was at the girl’s school and now she is here in her father’s office, she is ought to be questioned. “And what is it with your face? You look skinny, nothing like what I saw you two days ago,” Aahana asked. ‘ how do I tell you kid that I changed my jaw structure with a temporary fix and eyes when I went in the school to meet you,’ “This is makeup sweetie,” Zoya said as she touched a little bit higher on her nose, and a little bit of power came off her hand. “Makeup?” Aahana looked so confused about the love of god.

Beautiful enough for him to want to kiss me, to touch me. I couldn’t even begin to count how many nights I spent calculating all the what ifs, my mind spinning. What if I got a nose job—would that make a difference? Would I feel safer in my own skin? Would it finally make Finn look at me with the admiration and longing I so desperately craved? Would it make him see me, even just once? What if I didn’t stop at my nose and got fuller lips too? What ifs. Endless what ifs.

“You might as well know—I’ve had some work done.” I blinked. “No way.” Her smile lingered as she pulled back and began pointing to herself like a tour guide. “Eye lift. Nose job. A little filler here. Bit of a boob job there. You wouldn’t guess unless I told you.” A soft laugh followed, like she’d just shared a guilty pleasure. I studied her face again and shook my head. “If that’s ‘work done,’ then your surgeon deserves a Nobel Prize. You look flawless.” She chuckled, eyes warm. “Keep that between us.”

The mirror in the seedy motel bathroom reflected a stranger's face back at me. Good. That was exactly what I needed. My fingers traced the surgical tape still covering my nose. Three weeks since the procedure, and the swelling had finally gone down enough to see the surgeon's handiwork. The woman staring back at me bore no resemblance to Jessica Campbell—the broken, desperate creature who'd walked into that prison ten years ago.

Kisses tried to stop her, but she was able to steer clear of her grip. She had undergone plastic surgery. She used to be snub-nosed, but now she looked stunning with that aligned and pointed nose. She also had her eyelids and mouth done. Kisses looked utterly different. If it wasn't because of her voice, Thera would not recognize her at all. Thera's head began to throb. Kisses… Flashes started to confused her even more. Thera hailed a taxi when she reached the street. She immediately hopped in, not being able to see Sean coming after her. Her mind was in total chaos.

My face looks… different. Because of the surgery, my lips and nose are not the same. The doctor seems to have reconstructed my lips which were damaged from the burn, giving them a lift and making them look a lot fuller than normal. My nose is thinner, and the crookedness that came from an accident before is gone. It’s not straight and small, making me look like some kind of a celebrity. My eyebrows are positioned a little higher, more lifted, and that caused my eyes to loose their softness, their innocence. My stare looks potent because of it, more pointed. Sharp and not someone to be messed around with.

"Zoey, no one can impersonate Freya! You only disgust me now!" "Aidan..." She knelt on the floor and stubbornly refused to leave, her eyes filled with tears. I grabbed my phone and dialed Sean’s number. "Come to my room and take Zoey away," I said coldly. "Send her to a plastic surgery hospital and find a doctor to alter her mouth and chin. I never want to see her face in front of me again." Zoey’s mouth and chin were the most similar to Freya’s. I didn’t want to see any trace of Freya on her! She didn’t deserve it!

Any news about Zach and Madelyn's upcoming marriage, even a simple hand-holding moment between them, amplified Yvonne's resentment. The plastic surgeon performing Yvonne's surgery reassured her, "Ms. Young, don't worry. Fixing the scars on your face is a minor procedure for a professional like me. If you follow up with the treatment properly, there's a good 50-60% chance of restoring your original appearance." Yvonne was not able to speak due to the anesthesia, she closed her eyes in resignation. Her disfigured face, if it could be even partially restored, was all she hoped for now. She was desperate to regain her former appearance and live a normal life with Zach.

His hair transforms into a gravity-defying mess of spikes and curls. I choke on my laughter. "Oh my god." He tosses his hair dramatically. "Do you think I’d get into one of their elite human sororities?" I gasp for breath, clutching my stomach. "You look like you belong in a bad reality show." "Perfect. I’ll start my influencer career now." Before I can respond, his features shift again. This time, his nose shrinks—too much—until it’s almost nonexistent. "Ever seen a bad nose job?" He gestures to himself. "Behold."