Dragon Ball Z Goku Face Novels & Stories

Tsss,' Junhui remarked. Seeing that Junhui didn't respond anything with Almond's question, the three think it's maybe that time when they can butt in. "Why are you asking my young master?" Seungkwan complained to her. "Does master look like a living GPS huh?" "What is GPS face looks like?" Hoshi asked curiously. "GPS has square face," Dokyeom answered and they laughed. "Shut up, you three," Almond gave them a warning. Unexpectedly, they pursed their lips.

She just wanted all this to be over, and she was going to start with Selene—the woman who destroyed both her family and Aurelio's. She picked up the knife and dived it into Selene's body. The sharp cut made Selene's eyes widen as she went on her knees. Godzilla's face was swollen as a result of the punches Storm and Paige were giving him. They were taking turns punching his face. He couldn't fight back—he could only release a painful yelp. "You wanted to sell me to a sixty-year-old man, right?" Paige asked, his fist meeting his chin. The force made him turn his face and Storm also punched his fist.

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.

He hissed playfully, provoking me, moving his brows up and down. I wanted to laugh right now because honestly, it doesn't suit him. He looks so dominant, intimidating, and menacing, and yet he's raising his freaking eyebrow like a gay? He has a rug face for Pete's shake! Instead of smiling to hide my giggle, I lick my lower lip and furrowed my brows to make it more convincing. "You don't believe me" I mumble but he just slowly shakes his head still looking at me seriously. His stoic serious face is his natural facial expression. Although it might be nothing for him, this mere emotionless face of him is already screaming with roughness, unyielding power, authority, and dominance that people w

He hurriedly took three to four big strides and the next moment he was standing between them facing him. It was Zieve Stocks. He was looking like a devil in the disguise of a greek god. His eyes were burning red with rage, and his expressions were dark, enough to make an enemy back off by just looking at him. Fuoco who was looking at him in awe, wondered," How can this man manage to look beautiful despite being angry?".

He didn't answered he was all quite . He stopped when he was only a feet apart from me . As he was near The moon's light lit his face . My mouth parted as my eyes admire his face . His face appeared as oblong shaped , his jawline was sharp with thick beard , his eyes were white like a diamond and his hairs were gelled back . It seems like he is a devil from hell . His face was rigid . It reflects no expression no emotion .

When he got close, he suddenly leaned his face toward mine, which startled me. “So? Am I still ugly?” he asked with a grin. Even though I wanted to scream for help, I held it back because I didn’t want him to think I was desperate for someone with such a bad attitude. I shoved him hard and smirked. “You look like Damulag from Doraemon—that’s your face,” I said. “F*ck!” he cursed angrily and went back to his seat. His companions laughed, while he sat down annoyed next to another guy I didn’t know.