Face Claim Novels & Stories

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They were all told that Jason had been put in custody as a suspect. " Next," the hoarse voice rose from behind the painted wall. Rosaleen trudged towards the door and stepped into the office. " What's your name?" the man questioned, his husky voice getting to the deepest of her soul. His big arms stood out like they were ready to attack and his stern face gave away hostility, coldness. " Rosaleen Williams," she found her voice, finally defeating and suppressing the bubbles that tried to interfer with her clear, open answer.

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

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. "Don't get in this, shithead." The scar face warned him calmly but he didn't seem to get back. I was about to say something but before I could the scar face pushed me away making me stumble back and landed a punch on the poor man's face, making him stumble back..he barely coped up with his steps. My breath hitched when the scar face raised his hand again to punch him but before he could I immediately gripped his arm pulling him back. He snapped his head down at me.

He paused and asked icily, "Liam, who gave you permission to be here?" "I deeply apologize for Ms. Quill's accident—" Before Liam could finish his sentence, Jasper swung his fist, landing a heavy blow on Liam's face. In order to enhance his appearance on camera, Liam's current face was entirely a result of advanced technology. Liam's jaw dislocated when Jasper's fist connected, and even his prominent nose instantly became crooked. Liam staggered and fell to the ground, keeping his back turned to the camera, afraid of exposing his face. Despite online rumors about his plastic surgery, he had consistently denied it.

I guess I wasn’t as incognito as I was hoping. “This is our first meeting, I assure you. And I have some burn scars on my face, Your Highness,” I explained quietly. “I wear the mask because I do not want to show my face to the world. It is–frightening. I do not want to make the customers feel uncomfortable.” Next to me, Fiona giggled. But Felix merely nodded his head and smiled. “I’m sure you are very beautiful indeed, in spite of those scars.” I tried not to let his words affect me.

It probably was because my face had been adjusted that I looked even prettier than before! "You, you're amazing." I looked at Amy in surprise. There were indeed no other thoughts on my mind except my admiration for him. Amy shook his head helplessly and said, "It's too early for you to be happy. After all, a fake face is a fake one. You can't have any other expressions except smiling. Of course, you can't do that either. Moreover, you can't suffer a strong hit. Otherwise, your face will be crooked. Do you understand?"

"You swindler! Compensate for my girlfriend's face!" However, Sebastian swiftly caught the man's fist, holding it firmly in place. "Do you have concrete evidence linking your girlfriend's facial condition to our Arctic Snow Mask? On what grounds do you accuse our company?" Sebastian's tone was stern. "Evidence? Look at me!" The woman, her face ravaged, pointed fiercely to her cheeks. "I've tried numerous face masks before without issue! But my face turned like this just half an hour after using your Arctic Snow Mask! And you dare ask for evidence?

Or rather, someone. That face…

"That was the whole thing." "They know I appreciate them," I said. "I pay them well." He almost smiled. "You are going to have to work on that," he said. "On what?" I said. "Letting people see that you are pleased," he said. "You won an award. It is allowed to show on your face." "It showed," I said. "For about one second," he said. "Then the shutters came back down." "That is just my face," I said. "No it is not," he said. "I have seen your face. That is not just your face."