Around Me Familiar Faces Novels & Stories

I immediately averted my gaze to the person only to recognize his familiar face. He beamed at me, and I started to realize that he was the guy I’d seen at the park yesterday while I was jogging. Now that he was closer to me, I got to notice more of his features. His jaws were sharp and chiseled, specks of freckles were laid atop of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. I gave him a sheepish smile in return before awkwardly clearing my throat and noticed how weird it was that we’d met again so spontaneously.

I thought with a weak look. Familiar faces suddenly filled my vision. They smiled so widely that their eyes narrowed slightly. "Welcome back, Ruby!" they said simultaneously.

They looked familiar. "Why do they look so familiar? Do I know them?" I mumbled as I zoomed into the picture, trying to recall where I had seen this face, but I couldn't get a clear picture of it. I was sure that I had seen the faces, but where did I see them?

The palace, a testament to opulence and grandeur, never fails to leave me in awe. As we enter the parlor, my eyes immediately fall upon a familiar figure standing near the large, ornate windows. It's my dear friend, Isabella. Her radiant smile lights up the room, and I can't help but feel a surge of joy at the sight of her. She has been away, traveling the distant lands, and her return brings with it a sense of familiarity and comfort. "Yennifer!" Isabella's voice rings out, filled with genuine warmth. I rush towards her, my heart swelling with affection, and we embrace in a tight hug. The years of friendship have only strengthened the bond between us, and I cherish every moment we spend tog

he boomed. “Not really,” I replied, trying to embrace the moment. But my mind wandered back to Talon, and I felt a pang of longing. As I moved through the throng, I caught sight of familiar faces—friends I had grown up with, their laughter infectious. Yet, even in their company, a piece of me remained distant. I spotted a few guests gathered near a table, and curiosity pulled me closer. “What’s going on?” I asked, peering over their shoulders.

That voice. It sounded familiar. Very familiar. He stepped closer. His face finally came into focus. Dark hair. Gentle eyes. A warm smile that I had seen years ago. I stared at him in disbelief. "Dr... Ethan?" His smile grew wider. "So you do remember me." Tears instantly filled my eyes. "Ethan..." The word came out rough and broken. He chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a good sign." I couldn't believe it. Years ago, we'd met at a charity event.

I needed to get some orders done before the end of the week when I'll be getting away from this city in general. Esther playfully pushed me out of the restaurant when I reduced the pace. I bumped into a wall, a soft wall of muscles. And this wall smells awfully familiar. I'd have wavered sideways if strong arms didn't steady me that it looked like I was embracing the person. I looked up, still frozen to look into the familiar black pupils stared back into mine, that face that I woke up to see almost everyday for months and those arms that I used to hug to myself and gave me comfort.

And, like me, he was open and honest. [Why is he speaking to me in such a familiar tone?] Befuddled, I thought to myself. “Do I… know you?” I inquired, hesitantly. “Yes,” he said with a smile. I focused my attention on him. His face looked familiar to me. I just couldn’t remember if I’d seen him before. He also looked good. Could it be that we were related in some way? “You look familiar to me,” I said, and he simply nodded. “Are you the Grim Reaper?”

a voice said beside me. I didn't need to look to know it was Adrian; I could recognize his deep timbered voice anywhere. I turned to see him smiling at me. "Hello husband. Done with your rounds?" I asked. "Not quite." he replied, looking around the room, "There are still some familiar faces I have not gotten around to greeting yet." I looked around the room, fishing for a familiar face or two but I ended up coming up short. I did not recognize half of the people in the room.

"Yes. It may sound weird to you, Lane. But all of their faces look very different. The only image that is clear to me right now is Moha's appearance." Honestly, the reason why I am not familiar with this set of people is a mystery for me until now. What I mean is, we all lived in the same place for eighteen years but they all seem to be strangers. Like I've never seen any of them before. Well, maybe because I don't pay attention to the people around me that much. But things have changed now and I don't feel like being my old self again. I know I have to be attentive and focused in every way that I can.