Face Description Example Novels & Stories

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?

I looked at his face smirking like he's teasing me, seeing his smirk I couldn't stop but shout at him, "Who wants your discount!" "Oh, so that means we are not going to talk about the deal, is it, Mister Thomas?" he quickly changed the expression of his face at the time of asking mister Thomas, as if he's were extremely innocent. How can a person change the expression of his face so fast? Just a few seconds ago he was smirking at me and now he is becoming an innocent in front of mister Thomas. " This person really has two personalities, don't get misled by him, mister Thomas I'm telling you, a few moments ago he was smirking at me to tease me and now he's becoming an innocent in front of you

Travis visibly collapses into his seat more than he already is. "But ... You have a face that can catch people's eyes even in a sea of ​​other faces. Even when you're not frowning, you still have a determined and distinguished look on your face that screams "Alpha Macho" but there's also something youthful about your features that makes you seem kind and easy to get along with. Some people have such a bitter and mean expression that it makes you want to get away from them instantly, but not your face. Your face draws people in. So I guess the reason you are still wearing the mask would be a bit of both"

He's ashamed to show his ugly face to the public. Damn! I can't believe that I actually believe those rumors! Ugly, who? This guy in front of me is SUPER HANDSOME!! He's tall and masculine. He had a look uncommon to most people. His eyes were mesmerizing blue like an ocean. He has a thick natural eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a cold and serious expression. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite, as if sculpted by a famous artist. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.

"You..." "What? you look like you have seen the ghost or something right now." I laugh at her expression "Am I looking that scary" I turn to others with joking faces only to see the horror on their face as well. "What's wrong? is there something on my face" I wipe my face to remove any crumbs present on my face, but I find nothing. "There is nothing on your face, it's your eyes"

making an innocent face. "Gross!, we were having some fun and you sent her off!" She said, glaring at me. "Ohh, you were having some fun, at my expense?, that's Gross!, and that look doesn't fit you, quit it" I said, smirking, "You think it doesn't fit me, but people say, I look beautiful in whatever expression my face makes, and it has been confirmed that I look exceptionally cute when I'm angry " she said arms folded, beneath her breast.

The arched eyebrows added to the overall symmetry. Her nose, straight and graceful, complemented the composition of her face, giving her a natural elegance. Her lips, rosy and full, added a touch of sensuality to her expression, forming a balanced contrast with her softly contoured cheekbones. Furthermore, her flawless, soft-toned skin radiated a healthy luminosity, while a subtle dimple appeared when a smile illuminated her face. The combination of refined and well-proportioned features turned this face into a living work of art, a captivating sight that left a lasting impression on anyone who beheld it.

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.”

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.