Blurryface Won Novels & Stories

From here on out, I was going to start living for myself. “As you all have witnessed, Brooklyn Blakley has defeated Chasity Summers. It was a fair fight and you all voted for her to be able to continue. Is everyone satisfied with her being your Luna, or do we have anyone else that would like to challenge her?” Tate spoke up, his voice booming over the crowd. Murmurs fell over everyone as they talked amongst themselves. It was hard to hear what everyone was saying as so many voices speaking at once. There was one thing I heard that stood out though.

With the help of our alliance, we were able to pull it off. I am seated on the bed now, gawking at the roof. My gaze is firm and strong. There are various thoughts flying in my head but the most prominent one is thag I am finally with my Mate. I never saw it coming but truly we being together strehghtened us both. I could do things I never thought I could and miraculously, the scar ok my face also faded away as soon as Luna Matilda died and we won the battle.

The first time I saw the advertisement was on a fan forum dedicated to Winter. That day, my supervisor caught me scrolling through celebrity paparazzi photos at my desk and fired me. I walked out of the office building carrying a cardboard box as rain poured from the sky. I hadn't brought an umbrella, and my makeup was ruined, leaving black streaks beneath my eyes. Just then, my phone lit up. [AI Bio-Facial Transformation. Zero-invasive face replacement. Now recruiting trial participants for a limited time.]

“This better be important.” “It is.” Her tone was clipped. “There’s talk. Spreading fast.” That got my attention. I set the file down. “What kind of talk?” She crossed the room in two strides, eyes hard. “About a blind wolf. A fighter.” The news hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t know what to do other than stare at the wall, trying to wrap my mind around what was being said. There wasn’t much else I could do either. I stood slowly.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

Next morning Luke My head hurt, it felt like the ceiling was spinning and I saw everything in a blurred way, not being sure where I was. I sighed and ran my hand over my head as I lifted my torso, then I felt the silky fur on my face and when I opened my eyes I saw the huge irises of my little dog staring at me, checking to see if she was alive. I was startled and sighed. I must have been used to it by now, as she always did this, but it was difficult to be indifferent.

We had left his house five minutes back. "I think an hour, if there is no traffic." He replied. "Blake how are you so rich? Like this is the first time I saw how much you are loaded. How come no one knows about it?" "Cali, when you go home, search my surname up. Okay?" Blake said and turned on the radio. The first song that comes up is Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots. Before Blake could change the station, I hit his hand. "Let it be." I warned. I then started signing from where it began. "My name is Blurry face and I care what you think.......Wish we could turn back time."

"Mr Sinclair? How come you have the version of the video that isn't blurred?" "What?" He asked as if he hadn't heard what I said. "The video. How come her face is revealed? Wasn't it blurred???" I demanded in a firm tone. "Oh that? Well a little artificial intelligence was able to do that. I was curious to see who the real face was and it turned out to be her! "But let me tell you something that no one else knows. You have the only cleared version in the world! Don't ask me how I know that. I'll delete it permanently on my end. Then you can decide how to punish your sister.

I screeched out loud. He clapped his hands three times, "stubborn cat, I must say I like your gut!" He glowered his mouth, and suddenly his expression changed, there was a fire burning in his eyes. "I hate how you are glaring at me," he said and reached out to the blindfold, and used it to coat my eyes. "Stubborn cat, you won't lie like a log, you have to make me feel the activities that are about to start, this is the only way I can help you feel better."

“…Green.” I blinked. “What?” He gestured vaguely toward me. “You look like you fought a tree and lost.” I looked down at myself. Paint everywhere. “…It was a controlled loss,” I said, dropping my bag. He hummed, unconvinced. “Doesn’t look controlled.” I shot him a look, moving toward the sink. “You didn’t see the other people.” “I don’t need to,” he said easily. “You’re the reference point now.”