Face Claim 소설 & 이야기

one of them had said, his voice like a murmur of looming storm. Old Face had wavered, his brain a whirlwind of vulnerability. " May I ask who you respectable men are?" The other man had inclined in, his lips twisted into a mysterious grin. " It does not matter. What is important is that she's the one we've been looking for." "Could you at any point guarantee that she'll be dealt with well?" Old Face had asked, his look fixed on the two men. The main man's look had obscured, an admonition concealed inside. " You won't get clarification on pressing issues, nor will you uncover our personalities to anybody. On the off chance that you do, you will hear from us."

“You’ve been staring at me nonstop. Can’t get used to my current face?” His mouth was filled with the scent of tobacco. Carol drew closer to his face. As she inhaled his familiar scent, she moved her fingers up his face and stopped when she reached the scar. “Does it hurt?” “What do you think?” He lowered his head to put his forehead against hers so that she could see it clearer. “Do you know what my greatest fear was when I woke up and saw that my face was wrapped in gauze? I was worried about seeing a face I was completely unfamiliar with when the gauze was removed. If even I find it unfamiliar, won’t other people think so too?

I said which earned me another slight giggle from miss willer. " Yeah, she mostly deals with facial expressions....so if your facial expressions are not giving any sign that you are lying,then she would believe you" she said while smiling which made me look like she was telling me some unknown secret. "Wow nice" I said as I smiled. " So mind telling me what the real problem was earlier?" I heard her say again which made me take a deep breath

There was Milli, my friend standing beside me and noticing my drooped down face. "Yeah! I am fine." Adjusting my viel, lifting up my face I answered correcting the withered face and trying to structure my lips in form of a smile. Smile is an action which has become foreign to my face, my lips seem to forget its natural laughter and now they struggle to even remember and fake it.

"Until we know what we are dealing with and how long this is going to last, we treat every day as if it needs to be completely convincing. You are each other to the rest of the world. Every single person outside this apartment needs to believe that." Kayden was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "What about your face." I blinked. "What about my face."

“Narcissism is not proof of paternity.” “His eyes.” “Lots of people have blue eyes. The contact lens industry survives on it.” “His eyebrows.” “Eyebrows are hair. Don’t make this personal.” “The way he looks at people when he doesn’t believe them.” “You’re claiming suspicious facial expressions now?” “His jaw.” “He has cheeks like bread rolls.” “My face is underneath them.” “He looks like the de Cruz family,” I said. “He has your mouth.” “Finally, an observation that isn’t offensive.”

"I knew since this morning, when you ran for forty minutes and came back with the specific face you have when you've decided something." She looked at him. "I have a specific face," she said. "You have a specific face," he confirmed. "It is very recognisable to anyone who has been reading your face for eight months." "And what does my specific face look like." "It looks like someone who has finished building something in their head and is ready to say it aloud," he said. "Which is different from your regular face, which looks like someone who is currently building something." She looked at him for a long moment.

she finally declared, her voice steady despite the underlying uncertainty. With deliberate movements, she reached up and removed the veil that concealed her face. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her true appearance. Sheila's facial scar twisted across her cheek like a dark, jagged river, its presence dominating her features with an undeniable rawness. Beneath it, her skin bore the marks of a tumultuous journey, contorted into ridges and valleys that spoke of pain and resilience.

"What brings you here?" Shrugging my shoulders, I make a monotonous, bored noise. "It's nothing. I thought I would spend some time with you." "Did anything happen?" He assesses my facial features. "Did someone say something to you?" I shake my head. "No. Nothing of that sort." "But your face tells me otherwise." He claims. "I can see that something is bothering you." Heck. Why do I have such an expressive face? He puts his head on top of mine.

"Ha! So, she finally decided to show her face after five years, huh?" Instead of answering, Sebastian turned the phone toward everyone and asked, "Do you think this is Naomi?" The crowd, still unsettled by Sebastian's earlier outburst, hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances before shifting their gaze to the screen. Rebecca was the first to react. Her face took on a ghastly expression as she looked at the image. Modern craniofacial reconstruction technology had reached extraordinary levels of accuracy. Although slight differences might exist due to muscle alignment, the reconstructed face was almost indistinguishable from the real person.