Awesamdude Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

This kinda crazy prof! Anong klaseng mood swings yan? When his laugther started to die down. He immediately shook his head in amusement and brushed back his dark orange hair. And when he did that, I swear, he look so freaking hot! This should be illegal! He should be illegal! How come na may iga-gwapo pa pala siya! This is literally a cheat! He even surpass Kaiden and Lord Ethan’s handsome face! Okay realx! Self, kalma ka lang okay!? Kalma lang!? wag maging marupok!

That's such a bad way of trading" Elder Dane laughed. "Little girl go you want your friend!" He suddenly asked. "Are you referring to me?" I asked pointing at myself. "Yes " "Why should I answer you" I asked back calmly trying not to look at his annoying face. "Because you can trust me" He grinned at me. "Sorry, o don't trust a person with a half human and half wolf face" I don't forget to taunt him. "You can see my face?" He asked as I he trembled.

(Alehandro) With his eyes glued on the small campfire, he slumps his back on his backpack whilst cleaning his War Hammer. "Probably…a lot…you sure has a unique way of thinking Alehandro…". Although I don't really have to reply to his mutter, I did, I like this dwarf, he was the most unique person I have met, although some might find him a bit handful, but this dwarf was actually a really positive person. "People say that to a lot…hahaha…Sasu, they don't be so uptight man..you weary yourself later…you can relax, you know Sir Mies won't mind we getting casual with him..right sir?…". (Alehandro)

I then whisked him out and held him floating in the air and I almost gagged due to disgust. The man was short. Very short but he wasn't a dwarf. He was like four feet five and he had the ugliest face I had ever seen. Goodness! It looked as if his face had been run over by a truck, then flattened with a tortilla maker and then fried. It was like the skin of a very sick frog. I know he saw the disgust on my face because he started complaining then forgetting that he was in my arms.

“Well, at least I’m not a gay like you.” “W-What did you say?! Who’s gay?!!” “I will turn on the camera now. Just don’t say anything about my messy room, okay?” “I know you don’t know how to clean anyway.” I turned on the camera and the bastard automatically laughed after seeing my face. “Nerdy! Hahaha! What the hell is the problem with your face?! Did you cry?! Hahaha! You look like a swollen panda! Hahaha!” “And you look like a golden retriever puppy with that yellow shirt you’re wearing.”

He says as he takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and places a stick into his mouth before cupping his hands around it and lighting it. The light from the flame although brief gives me a chance to look at his face clearly. Those perfectly shaped brows, the tiny stud on one ear, the mass of wispy curls framing his face, the long lashes, high cheekbones, straight nose, chiseled jaw and perfect lips all look familiar and it immediately clicks when I stare into his emerald green eyes and his lips curl up in a small smile and I sit up with a start. “You”re Aiden Wilde.” I say and he bursts out laughing.

He's eyes looked at me in awe as he caressed my face. Damn! what an unexpected twist.

He snapped out, his entire being rile and its muscles became tense. Grumpy people, I wondered the kind of men, this pack is producing. They are always too serious for my liken, having a little relaxation will make them more handsome. Those words ring in my head as I look at his godlike face, his face is alluring, it's like the sun, watching it one will never get tired of it unlike Prince Rupert's annoying scary face, which could make one cower and probably have bad dreams. "Yes!" His eyebrows become thicker as he frowns forming an ark and his jawbone tightens, his gaze was like that of someone that hasn't heard the word yes before.

He rubbed my stomach while saying those words. "Don't teach fake news to my babies, Ace. You know how much kids are influenced by us, adults." I advices hitting his hands in my stomach. He looked at me pouting his face. Argh, he looks like an ugly duckling. "Stop that making face, Ace. Hahahaha you look like an ugly duckling." I chuckled trying to cover his face by my hand but he dodges my arms pouting more. He looks like a trying hard doing that.

"I am fine." I turned to face him, and for the first time, my eyes clearly focused on his face. I shuddered from head to toe when I recognized him. It was Adriel Beaumont. Although I had never seen him in person, only in photographs during my mother's research into his life, I would never forget those traits. His face was too striking, possessing an incomparable, masculine, almost aggressive beauty, which was even more evident up close. He was in his mid-thirties, with slightly tanned skin, a strong chin hidden by a short dark beard, a pointed nose, a well-shaped mouth.