Chainsaw Man Eye Patch Woman Novels & Stories

she shouted. When the woman took off her mask, Naomi’s pupils constricted. “You are… Chenney!?” There was an ugly scar on Chenney's face. It looked like a piece of flesh had been bitten off from her face, and the wound was uneven and pitted hideously. Even the group of men on the scene felt the scar on the woman’s face was terrifying and disgusting. Jodie covered her mouth in shock. She had never expected that the woman’s face was deformed. Not only her, but even Naomi found it hard to believe that the woman with the scarred face was none other than Chenney.

"You look like a damned lamb, it's so annoying," "Sorry-" Whatever excuse I was going to make was cut short when a woman interrupted us. "Well if it isn't Tom Harrison," She was a tall, dark-haired woman, with the fiercest green eyes I had ever seen. Her lips were coated red and though she wore a long dress, it had a brazenly low neckline and a high slit. "Never thought I would see you again after the Jamboree."

"We are nearly there. Just around ten more minutes. I nodded, my mind still preoccupied. Tap tap. A knock on Damien's window made me jump. Damien rolled down the window, his brow knitting. "Is there a problem?" A woman stood outside. Money was written all over her, diamond earrings, silk scarf, that kind of elegance that came as easily only to the rich. The moment her gaze met mine, she changed the expression on her face with surprise. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said in a soft but smooth voice. "I didn't know that you were married. I thought you were single."

a voice spoke from behind me and I turned to look for the owner of the voice, yet again. On the first seat, circled with black candles sat a woman covered in dirty and old sackcloths. Her hair was tangled in locks covering most of her face. Her teeth were in the same color as her candles and almost none were present as just two teeth were on display…. On the feet of her seat, was the inscription. " The ripper"

“Yes. So I’ve heard. However, unlike the others, I want to help you.” “Oh yeah? And why is that? Actually,” I shook my head, deciding I changed my mind, “I’ll save you the trouble of explaining. I’m not interested in joining your little Boy Scouts group, so you can just blindfold me, leave me on a street corner, and I’ll be on my merry way.” The man paused and pulled out a picture from his wallet. The woman in it looked strangely familiar. She had beautiful, sleek brown hair and big doe eyes the colour of deep green hazel, framed with thick, long lashes.

Knives,Crossbows, One woman had an axe. “She's cut up bad. Look at her neck.” “Those are bite marks. Human bite. See the shape?” “Could be a trap. She leads them in.” “She's half-dead. Who sends half-dead bait?” A woman pushed through the circle. Cropped hair. Kind face – the first kind face I'd seen since my banishment from Rylan's pack . She knelt beside me. Her eyes scanned my neck, my shoulder, my torn pants, the blood on my hands.

She squeezed her hands as she bit her lip. “I couldn’t remember his face and Dominick tried every word every day to make me trigger it.” She faced Winter. Winter communicates with her hands. Someone saved me and helped me. She said that I only needed to focus on medicine. I love helping and treating people with my needles. “What does she look like?” She asked. She had an eyepatch. A long scar from her forward over her eyes to her cheeks. She’s beautiful… I didn’t see her whole face. But she’s tall and fit.

I gulp audibly but nod my head. “Good, little doll, good.” He turns around, motioning me to follow him closer to the third table, where a woman with manic eyes stares back at me. Her eyes are filled with hate, and it floods my system. Her nightgown is tattered, blood coating the ends. One eye is completely swollen shut, but based off the blood coating her face, I have a feeling it’s missing completely. Both hands are broken, fingers bent in odd ways and in some cases missing completely. Large gashes travel from the top of each thigh down her legs, a weird blue, glowing liquid oozing out of the wounds.

She’s wearing a denim cut. Not an Old Lady cut. Not a "Property of" patch. It’s a full cut. On the left breast, right over her heart, is a patch. A Wolf head. And underneath it: PROSPECT. I stare at the photo. Women don't patch into the Wolves. It’s the first rule. The unshakeable law. But here she is. Eleni. Wearing the colors. I look closer at her face. She’s smiling, but her eyes... they are haunted. They look like Drakon’s eyes look now.

I stopped when the door of the bakery opened, Luxian and I both looked at the person. There saw a Woman who is in five-foot-height, with a rosy skin and an aurora pair of eyes, she has a little mole in the side of her aurora downturned eyes. She has a perfect jaw, an average eyebrows, reddish lips and a bit thick eyelashes. Her body is slim and she has a pierce in her nose and so many minimalist tattoos in her arms and neck, her hair is wolf cut brown hair. She's wearing a black crop top with a brown coat and a black pants, paired with her black high heels. She also has a black sling bag. She also has black headphones in her neck. The woman is gorgeous and has a black cat vibes.