2 Faces Novels & Stories

I looked at him in disbelief. “No. Wait, there’s more.” Jax flipped the page over then wrote the same big letters going down the side again. “F stands for Face. E stands for Everything. A stands for And. R stands for Rise.” He paused to looked up at me. “So when you are in fear of something, you have a choice to make. You can either forget everything and run or face everything and rise above it.” “So I need to choose whether I want to run from my father, which would be for the rest of my life and always having to look over my shoulder, or I can stand up and face him.” I said mulling over this explanation that my mate just gave me.

He says turning to me "Ocean," I say taking his hand "Ah Ocean, nice to meet you, Err is this all of you?" the man smiles "No of course not, there's more hiding out there in the trees, well you have our loyalty but let me introduce you, I'm James this is Danny, Sam, Lidia, Carol and Ed, Justine and Paul," he says pointing to the wolves, in turn, who all either nod or smile. "Want to sit down?" James asks

Went to his room. He looked up. Read her face immediately. The way he always read her face. Something shifted in his expression. Not surprise. Recognition. Like he’d been filing something too. Under later. “Mia,” he said. “Yes,” she said. Not answering a question. Confirming something. He stood. She crossed the room. He put both hands on her face. She looked at him. At the face she’d been learning since September two years ago. At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped.

Soon, the girl was brought into the courtroom. Mom’s face was twisted with rage. “You little brat! Didn’t I tell you to stay hidden?” The girl blinked innocently. “Mom, my bank card was frozen, and you didn’t answer my calls. I wanted to go to the bar, so I had to find my own money in the basement.” Upon investigation, the trial team discovered this girl was my twin sister! Even more shocking was that my mom actually had two uteruses. Children born from two uteruses are extremely similar in every way.

“Damn it… so those bastards really are after the second face.” Hunter Oscar steps forward, brows furrowed. “This ‘second face’—what even is it? I mean, I get that it’s some kind of beast, but what exactly does it do?” Alpha Steinhart’s expression darkens as he speaks. “The Megetsune holds five faces—each a manifestation of pure destruction. The first is Possession. The second… Devour.”

… After finishing our food, they just continued chatting with each other, I just listened and sometimes joined in the conversation. I can't help but stare at Ayesha as she speaks. She is gorgeous, her long eyelashes that are highlighted as she blinks, her hazel brown eyes are full of soul, her pointed nose and most especially, her soft plump lips. "Bro, hey! Are you listening?" I was brought back from my trance as Ace waved his hands in front of me to get my attention. "Sorry, what is it again?" "We were telling you that we need to go to the classroom, class is starting"

The red vain covering the face blown of with the wind and the thick red silk rode embroidered with the gloden leopard strips. Green but red hair blown furiously. The widen green and red stared at the green yet malnutrition young child in front of her, a slit image of a cubby baby. " Stop this instant! Mom...!" Her ugly stich face was revealed. The revealing of two different face on one. " N-n-nana?!" Mist seem to cover her eyes and black vine seem to reduce alot from her scary face. " N-n-nana?!" The snitching hands outstretched for the face. Taika didn't move but rubbed her face in the roughing hands.

Enzo: My eyes fluttered open and my hands went to run my fingers through my hair. I turned to the little human snuggling into me. Her arms wrapped around my torso, her legs intertwined with mine, her knee brushing across my member. Her brown locks were sprawled across her face, strands slipping into her slightly parted lips.

I interrupt, eyes wide, looking at Sam, who stays silent. “What’s the problem, Estela?” Sam asks calmly. “Repeat what you said, Mark,” I demand, surprised. “I said… how about we do this now?” he repeats, pointing to a card in the game with a sliced ham image. “I’m hungry, sorry,” Mark adds, shrugging. This time I swallow hard—the imminent full moon is affecting me more than ever.