روايات وقصص ضمن Alex The Terrible Face Scar

There’s also some maniacal and evil laugh from the background. When the video had finally brightened, he let out a loud curse and Malcolm immediately grabbed his phone. Alex’s battered face was shown. One of her eyes already bruised and closed. Blood is all over her face, dripping down her neck. Her hands are bounded above her and she seemed to be naked. She was breathing heavily and moments later, a loud scream emitted from her mouth as she shook while being electrocuted from behind. “Son of a b1tch!”

Damian asked Alex looked at him "Seriously?" That was definitely what it felt like. Alex moved closer. He pulled the neck of her camisole and there was a scar. More like a skin burn. Or more like hot metal pressed on the skin. It was a crescent with a cross underneath it. He touched it and moved back. What was that? "I know who she is" Alex said, moving back. "Obviously. She's your friend!" Damian screamed at him, already scared of what was going to happen to her.

Rather than feeling the pain from a strong thud colliding with my head and back, I felt warm hand wrap around my waist expertly and another around my shoulders I was pulling back uncomfortably. Just then I opened my eyes, and I almost screamed when Alexander's face was leaning too close towards me, too close I that I couldn't even continue to breathe. Our faces were only two inches apart from each other. His brows were thick, his nose tall and boldly shaped, his lips so plump, and I noticed he even had scars from claw marks on his right cheek, as if someone had attempted to tear off his head but didn't get close enough to do so. My brows furrowed just looking at it. I felt a tug in my heart

“Rules like that don’t apply to me, Roman. Not today.” I turn slowly. Alexander Kingston stands in the doorway like he owns the room. He looks older than the last time I saw him — harder, more weathered, every year of the life he’s lived written into the lines of his face. A thick, pale scar runs the full length of his left side, cutting through his eyebrow, bisecting his cheek, pulling his expression into something permanently crooked. He has always been ugly in the way that certain men are ugly — not in spite of the power they hold, but because of it.

I watched him grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head. My heart hammered frantically against my rib cage. There...Across the broad planes of his back were large, deep scars. How on earth did he manage to get marks like that? Scars like that could only have been made from a wolf attack. An ugly feeling settled in my stomach. “Evelyn?” Alexander called out. I cursed under my breath. “Y-Yeah, it’s me,” I said weakly. He tilted his head, offering me a slight smile. “What are you doing here?”

The man chuckled as the injured man tried to stand steady and still while he saw him ascending from the chair and turned around. The fire spread light on one side of his face as his face spoke that he was the monster itself. The was a large scar on his left eyes which he didn’t try to hide for even a bit. The scar was started from his scalp and ended near his eyebrows as it looked so deep and prominent that it became prominent all over his face. He could hide that scare with the hairs or something else but he preferred not to. This was the scar who helped him being a monster as his face was the first thing he used to see in the morning and that glimpse early in the morning was enough to make

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

It’s not possible. It was just an attraction. Temporary. She’s a beautiful and kind girl, and I’m just attracted to her personality—that’s all. I tried convincing myself. I stared at my reflection for a while. The scars on the right side of my face looked the same as always—ugly and disgusting. But the right… it still had traces of the man I used to be. I lifted my hand to cover the scarred half. The other side… wasn’t so bad. Just then, an idea struck my mind.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”