Crimson Chin Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked up at Chloe whose face was crumpled as if confused. "What do you mean?" Chloe asked Maya who used her sword to push her away. With fierceness, Chloe stood up again, face now transforming, and gave her a turning kick on the face, exposing her face. It was the most horrible thing she had ever seen. From her nose bridge down to her chin and all around the jawlines had been replaced with naked muscles dotted with blood clots and accompanied with an upsetting rottening odour. Instead of teeth, or even lips to hold the teeth, there were just sealed lips that looked like they have been sewn with threads. Behind the face, the cover was a monster. Her purple eyes were now glowing.

some looked at him in shock, some in amusement and the man holding me down was looking at him with his usual cold gaze. When he noticed the scar face didn't let me go so he rushed towards us as he grabbed his hand on my arm and tried to push it away. I frowned and looked down at his hand struggling to push the scar face hand away from my arm but his hand didn't even move an inch.

She made the man lie with all her might. "God!" She cover her mouth when she finally saw his face. The man was very handsome. She couldn't help but stare at him. How did this adonis end up on their island? The shape of his face is so perfect. His eyebrows will thicken. The nose is piercing, so you will probably be stabbed for sure. Have also a double eye-lid combo. Moles on his lower lip, above his right nostril, and under his right eyelid near his waterline.

"You said it yourself. I didn't force you." Furious, I kicked him, but he laughed even more cheerfully. Caressing my head, he held me close and said, "That's more like it. What did Joshua turn you into anyway? A weakling? The real Olivia is someone who boldly fights back when something displeases her." The real me was someone who boldly fought back if something displeased me, huh? His words made my eyes redden with tears. I buried my head against his shoulder, but I felt a sense of peace and assurance wash over me.

***** The Crimson Crest Pack “Goldigger.” “Fake boobs.” “Hair’s ugly.” “Orange hair and red dress? Is she trying to intimidate us?” “What, as a volcano?” Chortles erupted from the group, the offsprings of Crimson Crest’s Betas and Gammas, who've been at the one-way curtain wall looking out at the couple of the night ever since they appeared. The joke went on to the vixen’s non-existent-until-now background, and questions of ‘how come we’ve never heard of her’ and ‘what do you know of the Winfields’ swarmed into an explosion of pure elitist snobberish loathing.

Power crackled beneath her skin—visible, almost, in the faint static that lifted the fine hairs on my arms, like lightning caged in flesh. And her face... gods, her face. High cheekbones dusted with faint freckles, lips pressed into a line that screamed *challenge accepted*. But it was the scar—thin and silvery, curving from her left temple down to her jaw—that snagged my gaze. Not a disfigurement, but a badge, a story etched in survival.

“You came back—” She twisted around. And froze. It wasn’t Fenrak. The man standing at the edge of the firelight was taller, broader, his wolf-scarred jawline catching the glow of the flames. Shadows deepened the ridges of his face, the faint torchlight catching on his sharp teeth as he smiled—a predator’s smile. “Hello again… little Crimson.” Her breath hitched. Blood roared in her ears. She rose to her feet, every muscle stiff, her instincts screaming. Her hands curled into fists, though they trembled.

I could not take my gaze off him even for a second. He had a sharp, chiseled jawline, the kind that looked sculpted with precision, lending him a striking, masculine edge. His cheekbones were high and defined, catching light effortlessly. His nose was straight and noble, complementing the symmetry of his features. His lips were full and well-shaped, the bottom lip slightly fuller than the top, giving his resting expression a subtle, unreadable smirk. A cleft chin completed the harmony of his face, adding a final touch of boldness to his overall look. His entire face exuded quiet confidence, calm, controlled, and captivating, the kind of handsomeness that wasn’t just seen, but felt.

“Well, by the way you were staring at it for a long time, you either like it or hate it. I’d like to know whether your feedback is positive or negative. Particularly on this one.” Jin looked over at her. When she looked up, he saw that her eyes were different colors. One eye was colored amber and the other one blue. Both were framed with thick lashes. She had deep dimples on both cheeks which appeared even though she was just talking. She also had a dimpled chin. “Hmmm... I heard about heterochromia before, but I haven’t seen one in person until now,” he couldn’t help remarking. “Oh. Yeah. I used to wear contacts to cover them. Until… somebody told me I shouldn’t be ashamed of them.”

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.