Eret Face Novels & Stories

My heart almost came into my throat when his lips touched my palm. Why the heck am I burning? His eyes slightly widened and he immediately pulled away. I retreated my hands and looked at him, confused. Something is up with him. He looks utterly disturbed. "Are you....okay?" I asked and his eyes suddenly sparked. He immediately stood straight and scratched his neck. "Of course, nothing can go wrong with me." He said and I raised my brows at him. He is back. "By the way.." He said and looked at me from head to toe. Until his eyes halted on my chest. My eyes widened and heat rushed up to my cheeks. "Pervert," I said and landed a slight smack across his face making his face turn to the left.

The friction was too much. "That's it, Enid. You can let go. Come for me," he commanded, his eyes looking up at me as he worked. "Show me what a good girl you can be and cum all over my fucking face. I want my beard and mustache wet with your sweet nectar."

“Make that counterfeit get a facelift.” Eric felt disgusted when he saw someone with similar features do nasty things. “If he doesn’t want plastic surgery, disfigure him. He can choose one.” Eric’s voice was extremely indifferent. Eric did not want to see that counterfeit ever again. Mitchell paused and nodded. “Understood.” ......

I added and his lips spread across his face. "Now that's the Keerah I know," he said in his naturally husky voice. I looked at him, and his face looked so handsome even though his facial hair were looking a little bit too full, but it didn't do anything to diminish his facial beauty. I found myself always staring for a longer time than intended. Eric also stared back at me with a smile and then he said something that caused my cheeks to feel flushed. "I love the way you always stare at me Keerah," Eric said with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

It made his face a bit unpleasant and not too good to look out. "What do you think??" West asked calmly. "I think this bloody shit behind you is your lover!" Erica said with so much confidence. People began to look at West and savage with funny gazes. "What weird looking couples" "The woman is so beautiful but why go for this kind of man?" "What are those red markings on his face?? So ugly" "She was disowned by her father few days ago and she shamelessly hook up with a man,a ugly looking one at that" All the comments came to the ears of west and Erica, savage felt like tearing their mouths apart.

I asked, my voice dropping into a lethal calm. He pointed at my face. “Show me your fucking face. Is that too much for a client to ask?” A slow, chilling smile spread beneath my mask. I raised my hand again. Eric placed a second folder in my palm—this one thinner, but far more dangerous. I opened it deliberately, letting the silence stretch, before sliding it across the table.

I said beautiful because he had all the feminine features on his face; huge doll-like eyes, high cheekbones, thick lashes, a petite nose, and small lips. “Your face doesn’t match your voice,” was the first thing I said. He sounded like he gargled on glass for food, and he looked like this. “Rub it in. Why don’t you?” He scowled. “I have Eris to thank for that. How is it my fault that the Great war started?” He paused. “Oh. It was partly my fault, but that’s by the way. She put a spell on me that drew all the attention to my face. She knew how much I loathed comments regarding my looks.

asked the man. “What? Sure, how?” Renata asked without turning around. “Could you look and tell me if I have coffee on my face or my neck? Chest and stomach, I can see, rest I can’t.” “Right!” she said and turned around. She first licked her lips and gulped as the man’s face was slowly changing into Michelangelo’s face and she was not like it. She must delete him from her memories. “Um… everything looks okay,” said Renata.

It forced Erin not only into a lesbian act, but into one of profound submission and filth, cleaning the evidence of another woman’s degradation. Erin’s face paled, then flushed with rage. “Fuck you.”

Renata said enthusiastically. "Yes, it is." "Bas, look at this," said Renata, drawing a face on the steamy glass wall. "It's me," said Renata, making a smiley face. "This is you." Renata drew a face with pouting lips as she chuckled. "Why am I the one pouting?" protested Bastian. "Yes, your face is always sullen, not smiling; it's scary," she chuckled. "I don't accept it," said Bastian.