Novel & Cerita Face Claims Female

Something slammed Jessica in the face. Pain streaked through her right cheek and eye. She stumbled into the wall, her arm raised defensively. Someone grabbed two handfuls of her hair and slammed her into the wall, then dragged her face down to the floor. “Ain’t so high and mighty now, are you, bitch?” a female growled at her.

I tug her face upwards unexpectedly. I feast my eyes on her face. It looks absurd and scarred. One part of her face is ruined. She still has her eyes closed. Surely, I do not know her and she is not a member of the pack. I have never seen her before but it all feels as though this is not the first time I am meeting her.

"No need to interfere! Let them do whatever they want," While the two were having a pleasant conversation, a beautiful woman with a flower symbol on her forehead appeared in front of the two figures who were preparing to go meet their enemies. When they saw the figure that appeared, both of them smiled helplessly. Every appearance of this woman truly captivated all men, even though no one had ever seen her real face. Even the two of them, who were called the strongest experts, had never seen the woman's face even once, unlike Xue Rong'er, whom they had seen several times and who was not particularly unique to those of equal or higher status. If Xue Rong'er had a physique that could seduce al

"Who are you—" Halfway through my speech, she slapped me on the face, causing my face to turn to the side. My cheeks swelled immediately. Before I could react, the vicious woman grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her. She hissed, "Are you that woman who seduced my husband?" Slapping me again, she taunted me. "Sure. You're quite pretty. But you made the wrong move to seduce the husband of Tara Jameson!" Tara Jameson? I searched my mind for the name, but it did not ring a bell.

My instinct told me as I stared at the men in black outfits, covering their faces with black masks. "Who are you?" I whispered, my fingers clutching Mila's hand so tightly. She was shivering so violently behind me that the entire seat seemed to vibrate. He looked only at me with a patient and calm expression, as if this was just a simple business meeting. "Aria, why don't you come out first? Then we can start with the introductions." "Answer me first," I demanded, trying to find a spine of steel amidst my own fear. "How do you know my real name? Everyone in this country calls me Isabella.*

After I told them what had happened, Anna struck me across the face. "Have you lost your mind?" she demanded. "You're going back to that psychopath? Was having your legs broken not enough for you?" I pressed a hand to my cheek. For the first time, I did not argue. I looked at both of them and spoke calmly. "The Don said someone from the Rossi family must attend the ballet." I let the words settle before I continued. "But it will not be either of us."

Max asked, smirking. I didn't answer right away. Then I said, flat and cold. "She's not pretty. She's not interesting. She's so boring. But... I'll be the first to sleep with her." Callum let out a laugh. "Wow. That's cold, man. But how would you know she always has a scarf wrapped around her face. But have you checked out this girls body. She's ho... Wait a minute. Did she reject you?" Max laughed. "She did reject you."

It isn’t really visible under those hideous maid dresses, but I can see. Her eyes are sharp blue, and her nose is straight and pointed, like the models on the cover pages of magazines. Her jaw is perfectly shaped, tight and straight-cut. She has love-shaped lips to complement her whole face, and her body is hourglass-shaped. Really looking at her makes me wonder how she began working here in the first place. Faces like hers are rare. I know that, obviously, because I’ve seen and been with so many women in my life. “No, sir, we haven’t.”

"I've heard less about the females." The cup was warm in my hands. I kept my fingers relaxed around it. "Most packs run their programs that way," I said. "They do," she agreed. "Shame, really. Given what females are capable of when someone bothers to look." She turned to look at me directly, and the pleasant social expression on her face stayed exactly where it was while her eyes said something completely different. "Don't you think?" I met her gaze. "I think capability doesn't care about the container."

“All you have to do is walk away with my face and then I will let you leave” “You can’t go about the whole pack wearing the same face as mine,” Alice remarked. “That’s not possible, I love my face too much” “If there’s any other compromise I don’t mind,” Arianna said dropping the ball. “I hope you know there’s nothing, I mean nothing special about your face, you should even be grateful I offered you my beautiful face” “Even though your face can’t come close to it” Alice boasted. “Then happily rock your face!” Arianna snapped.