Face Claims Female Novels & Stories

The issue about me having a relationship with jem may go down but another problem was rising. And I think that is more problematic. People will tend to ask for my face. I need to guard up myself more when the match arrives. " why don't you just tell them that you are a girl?" The jerk was still behind me asked. I look at him irritated." Don't you know what industry we have? They belittle every female gamer, saying we don't have skills and just show our skin to attract more viewers" " but don't you see how many fans you have? That just enough reason for you to be different from other female gamers" he said that made me speechless.

"No rules. You try to overpower me. I try to take you out." She's enjoying this.... .... Back in her comfort zone.... Nonetheless, the rise of an excited female hum behind us is unsettling. The faces of the men range between intrigued and alarmed.

He was about to dig that knife in my cheek but someone snatched the knife away from him and threw it on the ground. "What the hell! You fu-" He pursed his lips right away when he saw 'the scar face' standing in front of him. The scar face looked down at me struggling to breathe and I immediately snapped my eyes on the ground as my hair was covering my face. I felt really pathetic. I was so weak in front of them. I really can't stand a chance against them. I heard him telling the men to let me go so they let me go and I fell down on the ground face first.

Doctor Surgeon: Doc. Cara Virria Nurse Karen?! Doc. Cara, the famous Cosmetics Surgeon from the US, greeted in surprise. She already had a lot of experience in the world of cosmetics, so cases like these were nothing new to her. She knew exactly why people with damaged faces came to her. But Leah and Karen’s cases were different because it was Sec. Drewf who requested her help for the woman coming to see her. Drewf and Cara were close friends and currently worked in the same department at the hospital. The US hospital was also located near F.D.C. Ferman's Design Company.

] [Martha is soft and beautiful, Gianna is bright and charming, this is really the ceiling of face value! [This face value is no less than a star's! [Wow wow wow wow! I love Gianna’s face, it's so beautiful! It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it! [Yes, yes, yes, Gianna is excessively beautiful! With that kind of face, she'd be a hit even if she just showed her face, right? [C college students, can responsibly tell you all, Gianna’s not photogenic, real people than live camera to look more than ten times better!

But you never know with them. I go up to the large olden-day-style door and Ava moves to knock, but I stop her. “It does face detection,” I explain. Her eyes are full of questions, but they’re immediately silenced when the door flies open. The person that stares at us is a younger , female me; pin-straight black hair and quizzical grey eyes. At the sight of a bleeding woman in my arms, she only sighs. “Bring her in, I guess,” she says, unfazed.

Would my family also be like that? The smile on his face had not remained for much longer when the same woman with the hawk eyes approached us and the look on her face gave me enough time to prepare myself for whatever was coming. “How is the cheek?” The woman asked Christian, completely ignoring every bit of my existence. The cheek?

His eyes stayed fixed on the face of someone he had not expected to find here in any version of this story. The woman stepped forward. A smile settled on her face. Deep and composed and carrying something behind it that had been building for a very long time. “How’s this for a surprise?” Her voice arrived soft and measured, the kind of calm that is not peace but its precise opposite. “Now you see my real face.”

She was watching the sunset, a glass of wine in her hand. “Alpha Aria. Thank you for coming.” She gestured to the seat beside her. “I wanted to talk to you. Woman to woman, not Alpha to Alpha.” “About what?” “About being a female Alpha in a world run by men.” She smiled slightly. “It’s not easy. I’ve been doing it for fifteen years and still face challenges every day.” “What kind of challenges?” “Being taken seriously. Having my authority questioned. Male Alphas assuming I’m weak or emotional.” She took a sip of wine. “I’ve watched you this week. You’re strong. Capable. But you’re also young. You’ll face things I never had to deal with.”

"Why would the people drive out someone like that? Why didn't they just put his head on a pike?" The door opened and I stared into the face of a woman with gray eyes, hair sticking out in both sides, and her lips appeared oily. She was dressed in the clothes of a man. She was a pretty face. "I asked that question too, you know," she said, jumping into the conversation. "But I came to realize that the worst to happen to an Alpha King was to be chased out of his own pack and out of his own palace." "Well, he could find another pack out there and make himself king again. So how does that solve anything?"