Awesamdude Face Novels & Stories

“You really came.” Amadeus greeted me with a wide grin on his face. This is not the first time I have seen him but he has gotten a lot thinner from the last time. I think the only constant in him all this time is that hilarious look on his face, like everything around him meant to fascinate him, a look that would laugh at your bleeding face.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

A middle-aged man with his clear colored eyes and brown-colored hair that looks nice is facing Aahva right now. “Oouhh, you look very nice today. I didn’t expect you to be here with those clothes. Where did you steal those suits?” Laugh Aahva. “I Just come, and you just ask that? Heh heh, you really never change Aahva.” The brown-colored hair man named Aimer who was Aahva’s co-worker. Even though their age is almost the same, but the differences are too obvious. Aimer’s face looks younger than Aahva, like he is as young as Abelard. Aahva also has a thicker moustache than Aimer.

The man had chestnut brown hair that was neatly combed, revealing a wide forehead and warm dark brown eyes. His face is good-looking, when he smiles, he is really gentle and sweet, easily making women yell 'aw' shyly, especially the corner of his mouth when smiling will appear two very attractive dimples.

Still not being able to see his face from the good he was wearing stepped closer trying to see him more clearly. “It’s ok Princess. You don’t have to be nervous, I’m Hades and you.” He said in a melodic accent taking his hood off to shake his hand, he smiled showing small dimples form at the ends of his cheeks with his fangs popping out with. He had his black hair with streaks of white flopping as with every word he spoke.Not noticeable for some or at least for me, he hard a 2 cracks like a cement bolt on the right side of his face no longer than the other almost touching his eyebrows.

said a friendly voice. I looked up to see an older gentleman—werewolf by the smell of him—smiling down at me. He had a pockmarked, scarred face, and I immediately pinned him for a Gamma or some other high-ranking warrior who had seen more than one battle in his day. “No thanks,” I said, giving him a small smile. “I’ve got it.” He looked down at Aiden who was slipping on his flip flops, still watching the kids at the other end of the pool.

3 lifted himself up and exited the glass capsule and faced me. "Wow!" I uttered in disbelief. Now, Aiden 2.3 was standing before me while looking at my eyes lifelessly. "Hey, my name is Aiden 2.3, the only grandson of Alberto Gomez of Gomez Robotics." I am more than amazed when I heard him say those words. He really looks exactly like the real Aiden but with no emotions. I tried to touch his right cheek and to my surprise, I suddenly felt ashamed of my own skin because his skin is as soft as a cotton. He must be using expensive skin care.

A voice I haven't heard in a long time said "Ah...your ugly face is still the same as before. Don't you know that plastic surgery is very advanced now?" I replied in a cheerful tone. One corner of his mouth twitched downwards. A long scar ran down Carleon's face from the tip of his left eye brow to his jaw. He looked like the Russian Chucky doll ... That scar was the best work I had done during my time as Volder. So I'm not surprised that He really, really hates me .

He finally wakes up with a pufferfish like face and says with determination, “Whitsu wan! WI’m Wedy!” “I can’t understand what you’re saying with that face of yours. Anyhow…” says Yasuhiro and snaps his finger bringing them back to the office in the abandoned building.