Face Description Example Novels & Stories

After a few seconds, Jane continued, "She had thin lips and a big nose. Her eyes are beautiful and wide." "Does she have any peculiar features? Like a mole on her face or something?" "No." Sydney was silent. There were no obvious peculiar features on the face. It was difficult to find someone with such a description. "If only we could get someone to draw a picture of the woman's face." Luke scratched his hair and said with a bit of frustration.

The face in the mirror could be described as anything but average___ Large cat eyes, long, thick eyelashes, long nose, and small face. "The original host is indeed... beautiful," Scarlet mumbled dazedly, her fingers trailing the flawless face. Fateball scoffed. "You've mentioned 'indeed' twice already. Annoying face-con!" Oblivious to Fateball's anger, Scarlet continued admiring the face. Her lips parting and closing, as she checked every angle of the face, trying to see if there was any flaw that could affect her... seduction. The sound of footsteps snapped Scarlet back to her senses, and she quickly dropped her messy bangs. As much as she didn't want to spend any more minutes looking ugly,

She eyed her again then surprised Calliope by taking her face in her hands and tilting it as if to critique it. Calliope allowed it with a bemused smile. "See that's better already. Your cheekbones are a bit high, which can make you look severe if you're not careful. But you've a lovely, full mouth. I could see men wanting to do terrible things to it." She grinned as Calliope made a disgusted sound and pulled away with a sardonic shake of her head. "But not if you grimace like that all the time," she added, "it makes you look absolutely terrifying."

But I was. Her face was etched in my mind like a work of art - the sharp angle of her jawline, the slight upturn of her nose, the full lips that seemed to pout even when she wasn't trying. I knew every curve, every contour, every freckle on her face. My sharp eyes taking in every detail of her. The shape of her eyes, like almonds, with a sharp outer corner and a soft, rounded inner curve. The color, a deep, rich brown that seemed to sparkle, taunting me. The way her eyelashes curled slightly at the tips, like a whispered secret. The gentle slope of her forehead, the delicate arch of her eyebrows. I knew it all.

I wave to my face, “to me.” She frowns, “very different,” she stands and brings over a picture from the other room and shows it to me, “this was a year ago.” I look at the picture and gasp, the young girl looking back at me has my eyes and hair color, but that’s all that resembles what I look like now, her cheeks are round, with dimples in the middle of each, she has a sharp nose and puffy red lips. I flip the picture facing down on the table, my hands go to my face, feeling my high cheek bones, sunken cheeks and sharp jaw line, I bite my plump lower lip, “well I don’t look like that any longer.” I stare at her, “do I live here with you?”

I’m too handsome to be like her more than a friend. She has so many pimples, it’s as if her face just grew on her face with the amount of pimples and acne she has. She’s flat chested, like she’s a walking plywood. Not sexy. She doesn’t have that smooth skin, especially her face, which already has acne marks.

I was focused entirely on the woman. Her face was sharp and delicate—high cheekbones, straight nose, a soft mouth that stood out despite the rest of her gaunt features. She had half her face covered, but there was something eerily familiar about her. Rosa? Or was it just that she reminded me of someone from the past?

Its breath tingles my ear for a while. Reluctantly, I peep sideways. I wish I hadn't. I face the ugliest flat face I have ever come across in my life. He outperforms Jared’s excessive acne face. Murad’s yellow teeth. And Dhairya’s lusty eyes. ‘Huh?’ I blink at him a couple of times. What in the living satan a devil like him doing on the face of the planet? You lost, Buddy? Must be one of a frying pan in charge of the burning hell!

I pursed my lips and hesitated. "I promise I won't peek" I assured him. He laughed. I even felt his face move. "I know. I trust you" he said with a smile. I could only tell he smiled because of his facial movement. I started to familiarize his face. The simple details that I can feel from my fingertips. Jonas has a round shaped face, downward turned lips, pointy nose, one monolid and one double lid eye. "I'm so nervous I think I might fart" I blurted out.

Renata said enthusiastically. "Yes, it is." "Bas, look at this," said Renata, drawing a face on the steamy glass wall. "It's me," said Renata, making a smiley face. "This is you." Renata drew a face with pouting lips as she chuckled. "Why am I the one pouting?" protested Bastian. "Yes, your face is always sullen, not smiling; it's scary," she chuckled. "I don't accept it," said Bastian.