Characters With Big Foreheads Novels & Stories

My mother and father, as well as my two elder brothers, reside here. While out doing some errands one day, I saw Boris strolling by the front door. A peculiar Mohican hairstyle with eyebrows shaped like a scythe. His cheekbones were shaped like half domes, and he had a Roman nose set on top of his strong jaw. The shoulder-baring style of his wrestling outfit contributed to the overall impression of his ripped physique. In point of fact, they were Saturns. His outspoken personality and loud baritone voice contributed significantly to the formation of his forceful demeanor. He was attractive to look at and had an alluring aroma.

I looked him up and down tracing every feature of his face, and body into my memory. His deep black hair was shaved at the back and sides with a neat, short cut on top. His face, looked as though it had been carved by the goddess herself. His high cheek bones perfectly sculpted his slightly hooded eyes. His strong brow made his face seem so much more expressive. His powerful diamond shaped jaw, was still visible through his dark stubble. His broad neck barely indented from the width of his face. His broad, wide shoulders oozed strength, I wanted to trace the indents of his collar bones delicately, with my fingers. Everything about this man was large and commanding. His very existence screame

The problem was the hips and legs of the body didn't match-up to the torso, arms, neck (or lack thereof) and shoulders. The upper, steroid-addicted half belonged to a two meter tall giant. The lower half belonged to, maybe, a subpar man of a meter and a half This monster didn't have a receding hairline (actually, he did); he had a receding forehead. In homo-sapiens, if you roll a marble off their heads, it drops and hits the eyebrows. On this guy, it was a gentle ski-slope all the way down.

“Hey guys. This is Vicky. Vicky, this is Aubrey, Timothy and Charis." Aubrey is tall and has black eyes, Timothy is blond like Zee but has green eyes and Charis is black and had hair so thick animals could hide in it. I wave shyly. While they talk and bond over what doesn't concern me, I look around. There are different offices with names of Professors on them. The course they take is written under their names, but I can't see that far. “Hey Vicky. Aubrey and Timothy are also film majors like you. In case you need more friends." I want to tell him I don't have any friends but I don't.

Ignoring the menacing mutters, Kai looked around the crowd with narrowed eyes. Suddenly he saw the face he was looking for. Through his travels from continent to continent, Dirk Follard had not changed a bit, his rat face stood out with greasy black hair, sharp teeth that made his mouth look like sawtooth shape. Their eyes met in an icy moment, an charged defiance.

On his face he bore a scar from his ear to his nose, which from this cut was thinner on one side than the other. He had quick eyes, accustomed to look into the distance, above them very dark brows, joined at the nose and forming, as it were, a Targar bow. His head, shaven at the sides, was surmounted by a black, bushy forelock. He pleased Basira both in speech and in bearing; but still she did not cease to mimic him. “As I live!” said Zastar, “it is pleasant for old men like me to see that a new generation is rising up worthy of us.”

Compared to this man, I look like a fucking teenager. The moment he turns around, my jaw drops for a moment. If this is Dominic Changretta Thorgha then he is clearly different from what I have imagined. I thought I would be seeing a grumpy looking man with the face of an elf, maybe his teeth protruding out of his mouth due to years of wreaking havoc on people and a lot of scars on his face but this man in front of me looks nothing like that.

She slowly scrutinized them from their Victorian-style gowns complete with corsets, to their wrists decorated with twin bracelets of gold, to their neck which, weirdly was not framed by any hair, to their face, and she yelped in surprise. Why? Their head was lacking any sort of hair, no head hair, no eyebrows, no eyelashes. Their eyeballs were missing. The sockets were empty, black indentations. In other words, their heads were literally skulls. Only their mouth showed any form of anchor to humanity. The lips were contrasting to the rest of their face, as they were oddly feminine, rounded and even had on lipstick. "I told you not to look at their faces" Ethan mumbled. Ayesha snorted "Do Mort

Each of King Alexander, Virando, Hades, and also Sugar Aquarius had changed themselves to their gigantic, blue, nude, sturdy, and muscular bodies. Their upper clothes were torn off directly and automatically when their bodies grew bigger and bigger. Their two long pointed horns and two sharp canine teeth were instantly visible. Their eyes turned red directly.

And family was a subject Esmeray yearned to bury in her past along with the persistent nightmares that plagued her mind. Up close she could see that Igor had the same green eyes as Vladimir but a shade lighter but besides that, there was nothing familiar between them. Igor was a giant who had a warning written on his forehead in a neon color that the man could break you like a bloody stick if you even dare to greet him. He seemed like a man who ate cute puppies for breakfast. He had a strong jaw hidden behind the veil of a light beard. His nose was crooked as if it had been broken many times before his body froze in immorality.