Face Claim Novels & Stories

His smile was addictive, and Josey subconsciously smiled before snapping out of her staring. She then nodded, “Yes, that’s her.” Linux took a deep breath, and Josey waited, curious to hear what was going on between the two now. “Her name is Olana Iterra. She’s the face and daughter of the CEO of FACEIT, a widespread national cosmetic and beauty corporation.” Josey looked closer at the picture of the woman, and then it dawned on her.

"Don't worry. We're obviously going to keep our word!" Gashface laughed coolly right then. "Now that's just conceited, bitch! I'll give it to you straight—I'll sue if the money isn't wired to my account! Even if it's no capital crime, you'd still be in jail for years! "As for your pretty boy, his type is definitely going to be popular inside. Don't die so soon now, haha!" Having enough of Gashface's foul-mouthedness, Jada splashed her mug of beer at his face before striking him with the mug.

"What's that?" Felicity asked. "It's commonly known as facial blindness. It's a neurological disorder characterized by the inability to recognize faces. This means that the perpetrator can't distinguish people, especially strangers. So, he would rely on people's clothing, body shape, and voice to identify them. His previous doctor said he developed this condition because of a tumor in his brain. This all started after he got surgery to remove the tumor," explained Vermont.

He nodded, removing his hood and allowing me full access to his face. He's such a man that other girls would roll their asses off just to get into his pants. If I happen to be that most girls, I will definitely drool over him. He has pale white skin, jet black shaggy hair that falls directly above his eyelids, and narrow round eyes. Define straight nose, heart-shaped lips, and arrogant yet feminine cheekbone, which would make him a pretty boy yet handsome in a masculine way. I couldn't see his face when we first met because he was wearing a mask and I could tell he was a year older than me.

Don't make it obvious. Elena said, "Everyone is looking at us." "They don't mind." "Why?" "Because they're scared of me." I smirked at her. "I wanted to ask this but I forgot. What is your real face?" "What?" I got confused. Real face? What did she mean by that? "You talk nicely to me but at the same time you're being rude to everyone. I don't know what's the real you." She avoided my eyes while saying that. "What I show you is the real face. I mean the real me."

James blurted out, dismissing me. I swallowed, my fists clenching by my sides. “Well, and there's only one way to settle this. Let's reveal our faces. I want you to think back and remember Karen's face.” The lady's fists loosened but she forged confidence, turning away from me as she took off her mask first, facing James and probably hoping he wouldn't remember what Karen looked like. The side view of her face struck something in me, just like her voice did at first. The side view was unmistakable. The nose.

You worked tirelessly for years to make others believe Nevaeh was my mother's daughter, all so you could steal everything that was mine. "These things—well, you all knew them. And now you know I do too. So, why would you think I'd fall for this act and play along with you?" Realizing their plan had been exposed, Camden pressed a knife against my throat with a fierce expression. "Then don't blame me for being ruthless! If I cut off one of your fingers, I'm sure those two old fools won't hesitate to pay up." I raised my chin and met his gaze, feeling unfazed. "Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?"

Hearing Ilona's words Eldrian becomes silent. He felt sad because Ilona didn't seem at all interested in having a real relationship with him. He drove with a sullen face as if he wasn't enthusiastic about what he was going to do that day. "Why does your face look like that?" asked Ilona, ​​who was starting to realize that the person she was talking to looked different. "Nothing!" "Are you sure?" "I hate you!" "Wow! What's wrong!'

Face to Face For the first time— Directly. No disguise. No distance. Just understanding. Unspoken Truth It was her. No doubt. Victoria Belle. The Mask Slips (SLIGHTLY) A faint smile touched her lips. Not warm. Not polite. Personal.

He added. What he said is true; I have nothing to lose if I do this. But I know the face of the person they give me is also a criminal, so what difference does it make if I do it? Jayden stared at me, waiting for my reply. “How does this help me when the face you are giving me is also that of a criminal?” I asked. Jayden shook his head. “What we are borrowing is your face; we don't say you have to take the person's face.” He said. “Just consider that the payment for the help you are yet to receive.” He added.