Novel & Cerita Crimson Chin Face

He turned back to look at me and inspect my face. ''No, we don't. Your western genes make the structure of your face a little bit different.'' ''What do you mean? Except for my silver eyes, everything in me looks Chinese.'' ''What I mean is that most Chinese's women faces are small and white like dolls. Their bodies are short and petite or lean and elegant. You, on the other hand…Your hips are wider than a typical Chinese woman, and your head is a little big. Oh, and your forehead is such a nightmare to look at. Some men might have nightmares.'' He derisively clicked his tongue and looked pitifully above my body. My 1.67 cm were no match to his 1.88 cm, so I had to lift my head in order to l

She looks… happy. Someone else approaches the mirror, a tall, blonde figure, not more than forty years old, with only a towel around his waist. I watched every single detail on that handsome fella my other self seems to have slept with. His eyes are a really light brown, almost yellow, even, his skin is slightly tanned, he has a discreet pointy nose, and a gorgeous mouth, even though he has a scar from his left eyebrow that barely skips his eye and goes over his nose and disappears under his right jaw. He looks right at me, making me as red as a tomato. I let my shame go, and knock on the mirror, calling my own name, but he does not listen to me nor hears my calls.

As Crystal headed to her next class, she happened to run into her friend Serenity, who was sitting on the floor beside her locker. When Serenity saw that Crystal was in a hurry, she asked what her rush was all about. Before Crystal could reply, Serenity noticed that her face was red and that her clothes were disheveled. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Your lip is swollen.”

His expression is giving nothing away, and his reptile-like eyes feel as if they are reading my mind, but I can't look away. As soon as he sat down, I felt like he was more important than the others next to him, and looking at him now, those feelings are confirmed. His pale creamy skin looks beautiful next to his dark hair and dark green scales running down the side of his neck. His nose is tall, his mouth is small, and his face has the perfect oval shape to it which reminds me of traditional Chinese beauty. If his eyes were dark and slanted instead of yellow and large I would think he had an ancestor from China. He just might be the one for me, but I can't get too attached. I have no idea w

Crystal’s POV . . . Everyone left my room soon telling me that I should take a rest but taking rest was something far away from my mind because I was thinking about that unfamiliar face, Vince. I remembered what just happened before. . Raven black hairs. Exotic, mesmerizing eyes. He really looks like he was carved in marble. A chiseled face, with a strong jawline, and thin lips. .

f that Crimson couldn't help but stare at him as he walked in, her cheeks heat up but she quickly pulled herself together as he pulled out a heavy chair and sat down a few meters away from her bed, facing her. Crimson took time to examine his manly features and was in awe of how perfectly sculpted his face was, his perfectly carved jawline was grazed by stumbles of roughly shaved moustache, his thick dark brows added some more vibrant colors to his face and smirk. She wondered if he had this thick and full brow all along, his nose was well chiseled and pointy and his flawless skin was efficient, all in all his eyes stood out more in his facial features, he Inherited his clear grey eyes from

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

Rosa chimes like a mother hen who found her favorite lost chick. A chick whose skin is ghostly pale — but flawless — made even more striking by her long, thick, auburn hair now framing her face. There’s a scrape on her cheek and a huge, swollen bruise with stitches above her right eye, just at the hairline. But besides that, she’s painfully beautiful. Even with no make-up.

Shin wears a red dress which makes her look even more beautiful, so Redric feels jealous of the foreign men who visit Restaurant Essort continued to stare at Shin without blinking. Yeah, right now Shin looks like a royal princess, white skin with a sharp nose, slightly pointed chin and slightly wide eyes, also with naturally curvy lashes, plus thin lips that make anyone who sees him tempted.

CINZIA POV I swallowed hard, eyes widening along with my mouth. I felt like a fish out of water, but I didn't care. The hybrid king wasn't what I expected. He was visible, but I could barely see his face—it was wrapped in a large yellowish cloth. Only his anthracite eyes and straight Grecian nose were visible, along with his rich golden skin. I couldn't understand why his face was covered, and I recalled my earlier speculation. Maybe he was hideous, or perhaps those he had harassed left permanent scars. I tried to imagine scars running across his face, but all I saw was an overly attractive man despite the scars.