Crimson Chin Face Novels & Stories

The woman turned to her and Chloe had her breath hitched to her throat. With her back turned from Chloe, the woman seemed normal. The raven black nest on the head of the woman was disheveled and seemed out of place. But when she faced Chloe, it was all... Gross. The woman had a rotten flesh on the right side of her face with the eyeball ready to fall off and the other side was all bones with an eyeball already dangling at the cheekbone. Only the neck which had a large scar that ran from the right side and below looked smooth and alive.

Well, that’s not everything, truth to be told and things have to be clear! The “Evanson” name, this silver like the full moon bright in the sky, Crimson red eyes the color of two soaring full blood moons in the sky! A face that would make a Hollywood actress cowers in shame like a squid standing in front of a goddess! Yes… that kind of beauty/cuteness/nobility!

Her face was already imprinted in his memory and so he did not require to be cross checking and comparing with the hard copy on his table. He could not miss the birdlike eyes and the broad curved forehead. Her lips were a major topographical landscape, easily identified even from a distance. The cheek bones were slightly raised projecting a false over-confidence in onlookers’ eyes. Her small and slightly pointed nose coupled with extremely white teeth was too brilliant to be missed. The young constable sat and focused his attention on the three ear piercings on both her sides. He knew if she was a professional, that she could alter most of her features but not the triangular curved chin. The

They both paused, staring at me like I’d lost my mind. “Why would you say that?” Olive asked. “Well… because I know what I look like. A face card with a circle chin?” I shook my head, laughing it off. But they didn’t seem amused. “I feel attacked. What’s wrong with a circle chin?” Olive challenged. Oh no. I hadn’t meant to offend her. I sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Where I’m from, this isn’t considered beautiful. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

'Since when I said internally. I gazed up and met his gaze once more. His eyes had gone back to their dark shaded color and I let my gaze trail out his face. His pointed nose and hairy cheek, his lips and bloody chin. The blood on his chin looked so beautiful, so appealing and I felt a strange urge arise within me, I walked closer to him and crossed my hand around his neck then licked on his chin. The blood tasted quite sweet and somehow managed to turn me on awkwardly.

Mu Zi continued, "Then you should know that there is a small scar on Chen Beishi's face, can you point out exactly which part of the face it is on now?" The maid subconsciously went to look at Chen Beishi on the defense table. Mu Zi took a step and blocked her vision, smiling, "Witness, please look at my eyes and tell me the answer, okay?" The maid was embarrassed and gently shook her head, "I don t know ......" "On the left side of his chin, there is a small scar." Mu Zi smiled, and asked again, "There is a black mole on his ear, do you know which ear it is?"

They paused just outside the moonlight’s edge, where Regina could see only the outline of their shoulders and the glint of something in their hand. A blade? Regina’s muscles tensed automatically, fear turning her body into wire. “Who—” she croaked, voice rough and thin. The figure stepped closer. Regina’s stomach sank. A mask covered the lower half of their face, dark leather molded to skin. Their eyes reflected the faint light like a predator’s—sharp, amused, hungry. Recognition sparked in her mind—not recognition of a person, but of a feeling. This was the same wrongness she’d felt in the hall.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

"As opposed to what? Leaving them like this?" A crash against the reinforced door cut off our argument. Through the small window, I saw Marcus—or what Marcus had become. Half his face was human, the other half elongated into a wolf's muzzle. One arm ended in claws, the other in human fingers. His eyes were pure silver, no pupil, no iris, just endless mercury. "Aria," he said, his voice a distorted mixture of human words and animal growls. "Please. It hurts. Everything hurts." My hand was on the door handle before Kaine grabbed me.

He nodded, removing his hood and allowing me full access to his face. He's such a man that other girls would roll their asses off just to get into his pants. If I happen to be that most girls, I will definitely drool over him. He has pale white skin, jet black shaggy hair that falls directly above his eyelids, and narrow round eyes. Define straight nose, heart-shaped lips, and arrogant yet feminine cheekbone, which would make him a pretty boy yet handsome in a masculine way. I couldn't see his face when we first met because he was wearing a mask and I could tell he was a year older than me.