Anomaly Face Novels & Stories

Max asked, smirking. I didn't answer right away. Then I said, flat and cold. "She's not pretty. She's not interesting. She's so boring. But... I'll be the first to sleep with her." Callum let out a laugh. "Wow. That's cold, man. But how would you know she always has a scarf wrapped around her face. But have you checked out this girls body. She's ho... Wait a minute. Did she reject you?" Max laughed. "She did reject you."

he shot back. Another tremor. Stronger. Closer. The building let out a deep metallic scream. That finally broke the stalemate. “Extraction route,” one of the observers called. “We need to leave now.” The woman hesitated only a second longer. Then she looked at me. Not like a subject. Not like data. Like a question she did not know how to solve. “You are the anomaly,” she said. I shook my head. “No,” I answered. “I’m the outcome you didn’t plan for.”

Disposable. “Threat level: high.” “Understood.” But as I stare at the screen— something strange happens. Not strong. Not clear. But there. A flicker. A distortion. Like something inside me is trying to… react. My fingers twitch slightly. “Anomaly detected,” the system notes instantly. My body stills. “Correcting.” Pain hits. Sharp. Immediate. Controlled. The flicker disappears. Gone. Like it never existed. “Status?”

Calculations multiplied. Warnings appeared. Probabilities changed. Numbers surged. The entire system suddenly seemed focused on one thing. Them. Together. Alessandre’s expression darkened. “What is this?” No answer. The screens continued updating. Millions of calculations. Millions of possibilities. The voice finally spoke. “An anomaly.” The word echoed through the chamber. Anomaly. Not error. Not threat. Anomaly. Something unexpected. Something impossible to fully predict. Something capable of disrupting every model. Alessandre stared at the screens.

With anticipation, he unlocked it to uncover… "Breasts!? What the… Oh…" Anom exclaimed in frustration as he initially mistook the broken statue for something inappropriate. However, upon closer inspection of the entire box, he realized that it was a fragmented statue of a woman, split into three pieces. The first piece, which caught Anom off guard, was the torso fragment above the waist, missing its head. The sculpture of a dress, appearing more like it had been worn than meticulously carved, failed to conceal the oddly exaggerated breasts. Their size was unusually large compared to the statue's proportions.