Face Claims Female Novels & Stories

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

A woman's voice asked from the outside. "Wait a sec! I'm coming to get the door for you," she said as she walked to open the door. The voice belongs to one of the tenants, she is a woman in her sixties. They often address her as mama, though she looks thirty. She has a small structure and exercises regularly. "Mama, please come in," she said as she opened the door. "Where have you been, since all these days? Why did you disappear without a word? Mama asked.

I had heard rumors about a beautiful female doctor in our hospital's urology department named Jade Clemens. It was said her face had an angelic innocence, yet her figure sparked imagination. Many male doctors were eager to meet her; some even went directly to the urology clinic to register as her patients. The doctors from the anesthesiology department where I worked often mentioned her, joking that they would make appointments with her someday to get a "thorough examination". I told them not to go too far and to respect her profession, but they replied, "The lady herself doesn't mind, so why are you so concerned?"

One of the ladies said and punched me in the face and I felt an eruption of pain as blood started to drip down from my face, lips, and onto my chest. Another of the women aimed a blow right into my stomach "Are you ready to speak." She yelled at me and I heard the sound of three sinister laughs filling the room. Alpha Drake and Beta Justin had already vacated the room and I was left alone with the ladies. They all looked the same tall, red-haired, and athletic.

Josey looked closer at the picture of the woman, and then it dawned on her. Every day, passing the same bus stop, she could see a woman’s face plastered on the side of the small glass booth. It was that woman, wrapped in a sheet seductively with soft clouds in the background, holding a name brand perfume bottle and her red lips laughing toward the sky at the white feathers coming down toward her. “I recognize her now. The FACEIT perfume ads are everywhere.” Linux nodded, “Anyhow, let me give you a short version of what happened.”

The woman kept staring at her. The waitress finally dropped her notepad. Her face crumbled and water filled her eyes. ‘What is going on?’ Lindsey whispered. Clem shrugged. ‘Leah? Leah baby?’ She sobbed. Heads turned there way and Lindsey caught a woman gasp across the room. ‘Clem?’ Lindsey said out of the corner of her mouth. Lindsey had no idea what the woman was talking about. She scooted closer to the window. ‘Leah King! It is you!’ She yelled and rushed to the counter.

Seeing my prolonged silence, the others exchanged glances, confused. The awkward tension in the air was palpable. Another pack member, a tall brunette named Sarah, spoke up, "Katherine, you shouldn't talk about such confidential matters so openly. Aren't you afraid someone might copy your process and craft the same stone?" Katherine smiled sweetly, her voice dripping with false modesty. "I only discussed the details with Emma. She's so talented, how could she possibly copy a nobody like me to craft her stone?"

Nothing but herself. "Huh! You can still look at me like that? Aren't you scared of what I can do to you in my territory? They don't call me boss here for nothing." The woman said calmly but her tone carried a great danger. Her dark brown face had a long sliced scar on the right cheek. It seemed this fat woman had already killed the person who did it to her face.

the woman assured her. “But Ma’am, this is also my real face...” her voice cracked out of panic. What if these people are actually targeting her because she has the same face as this woman? Is she going to die? How about her mom? She is the only person left who can take care of her mom. “Please don’t kill me,” she automatically pleaded. “We’re not going to kill you, don’t worry,” the woman softly chuckled, placing the knuckles on her fingers near her mouth. “In fact, I am here because there is something I want to ask of you.”

They both didn't even look at anyone and walked ahead with their hands interlocking each other. "Who is this woman? She carries such strong vibes!" "Look how beautiful the girl is, but what happened to her face?" "They both look so great together..." "She is not at all worthy of being with the boss. He can do better..." "She is Miss Mayra Sinha... Don't you remember the press conference she gave? Only such a strong girl can be with our boss..." "Why are there wounds on her face? Is it done by the boss?" "No silly, it was on the news, she met with an accident..."