Face Description Example Novels & Stories

My eyes widened further as I noticed a deep cut on his forehead, bleeding down the side of his face. His face, his complexion, is golden and tanned, almost as if he's been on a three-month holiday. My eyes widen like two saucers as I notice the structure of his sharp jawline. His eyes are large and the color of hazelnut, complete with a set of thick lashes. Even with the pain on his face, he's not a bad sight to look at.

Nobody messes with my beautiful face! In comparison to the person who punched me, I was pretty slim. She has the appearance of a goon. A muscular female goon. And she's unattractive. Okay, she's not ugly, but she's still ugly to me. It's no surprise that her girl is on the lookout for a replacement.

I concentrated harder, willing the features of my imaginary mate to become clearer. As I visualized him, his eyes emerged as a striking shade of blue-gray, accompanied by a charming smile that made my heart flutter. A smile crept onto my face as I pictured this idealized mate, feeling a sense of comfort in his imagined presence. With each passing moment, the details of his face sharpened, until suddenly, the guy inside my head looked remarkably familiar.

She told me and I turned to her immediately. It was as I I was possessed by a flash spirit. "How is that?" I inquire. "There is this thing called "Artificial Face mask" not that expensive like a surgery, tomorrow morning we will get one for you." She explained and my eyes widened in surprise. "Really? So what does this artificial face mask looks like?" I questioned. "It looks just like a human face, mostly use in impersonating people." She explained. Damn, I felt like it should be morning already.

she mumbled. My heart swelled. Even with her messy hair and washed-out makeup, Fae was still beautiful. She had that almost heart-shaped face, an intelligent forehead, fine eyebrows, and thick, black eyelashes. Her nose was straight and her lips naturally red. Fae's fair complexion made her features stand out. She had curious, seeking, big dark eyes that could melt the heart of anyone who looked into them. Above all, she had a very expressive face. Even from a distance, her eyes and lips were easy to see. They defined her face so perfectly, as if they were drawn by a very good artist especially for this.

"I knew since this morning, when you ran for forty minutes and came back with the specific face you have when you've decided something." She looked at him. "I have a specific face," she said. "You have a specific face," he confirmed. "It is very recognisable to anyone who has been reading your face for eight months." "And what does my specific face look like." "It looks like someone who has finished building something in their head and is ready to say it aloud," he said. "Which is different from your regular face, which looks like someone who is currently building something." She looked at him for a long moment.

“So any ideas?” “A face recognition will still work, no face change is 100% different from the original. There’s still going to be some similarities between them, maybe a left dimple or the size of their irises, could be anything”, Catherine explained, her forehead creased in concentration, tilting her head to the side slightly, later shrugging at the end “Thanks baby, you just saved me months of sleep”, Alexander grinned, smacking his lips on her cheek, making her giggle.

He put the bowl away and grabbed the first aid as he put it on his lap and got closer to me. His face was having a frown expression all over. I gulped. His expressions weren't helping. This is my first time seeing him like this, otherwise, he is always calm no matter what the situation is. He started to treat my nose and cheek bruises. Well, I was having the same bruise on my nose just like him.

Dad did not know the vent had been broken for years. I wanted to tell him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a clump of bloody foam choked me. My temples throbbed. My brain began to starve for air. I opened my mouth like a fish thrown onto dry land, desperately trying to breathe. To get air, I clawed at my own throat. My nails dug into my skin, leaving deep red marks. In the end, my face swelled purple, and my awareness faded. ... At dawn, Megan ran over with tear tracks still on her face.

After listening to Jacob’s words, Charlie really did not know whether he should laugh or cry. He could only patiently explain to Jacob, “Dad, it’s very difficult to calculate a person’s fortune simply by looking at the photo because the face is not just about facial features and appearance, but the whole person’s three-dimensional facial image. It’s only then that we can really see what is behind a person’s face.” Jacob could not understand him, and he asked, “Isn’t the so-called face reading just to look at a person’s appearance to know of a person’s general fortune? Look at how clear this photo is! It’s the official published ID photo.”