Face Description Example Novels & Stories

If so, is Liana just there to remind Kai of his ex? Liana closed her fist. Her realization hit her like a ton of blocks. Kai's not only rude, bossy, and annoying. He's also a user for his own gain. "Here, take a look at your twin," Pat giggled. She put her phone on the table and shoved it to Liana. Liana eyed the phone. Stella looked seriously like her. Stella is whiter compared to her, and her hair is long blonde. Liana has wider eyes compared to Stella. They have different moles too but other than that, they share the same features. It's like they're twins.

April exclaimed in a disbelief tone as she finally caught onto the situation. Autumn excitedly nodded with a huge smile on her face, "Yes, I'm looking at you and you look stunning, April," she said as April rushed towards her with Lexi trailing behind. Autumn cupped April's face as she examined her beauty. She was indeed beautiful, a round smooth face, full lips like Micheal's, bottom nose with small nostrils, high cheekbones with freckles lightly dotted on her face, stunning grey eyes, thin faded eyebrows, and red hair that sat comfortably in a low ponytail.

Aria asked hesitantly. “Yeah of course you can! It’s not like I’m not doing anything anyway.” “Okay, just give me a second, I’ll call you right back.” “Cool. I’ll be waiting.” It's not like this is the first time she’s calling me, why am I so panicked? I opened my phone’s camera to catch a quick glimpse of my face and immediately sprung out of bed. I can’t facetime her with my face looking like this! I hurriedly ran to my mirror table and put on just enough make up. Not too glam, not too boring, just right.

My face crinkles in response. “Ciao, tesoro.” Cara greeted me as soon as our eyes met. She was hovering over me. Her hair fell to her face like a beautiful brown curtain. “Morning.” I replied groggily. She continues to trace my face with her forefinger. My eyebrows, nose, lips. “What are you doing?” I asked, curious at what she’s doing. “I noticed that you have long eyelashes. Your lips are plump and very pink.” Her eyebrows knit together as she studies them. “And somehow for a man, has perfect shape. Your nose, it’s straight.” She said, all the while tracing each one of them.

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 never occurred to me you could change the shape of your face. "Great," he continued swirling the brush into the pink disc, "so if you want to add color you just kinda brush it onto your cheeks, look there's pictures." He tilted the phone towards me. A woman grinned out at me from the screen with rosy pink cheeks. I took the brush from him and attempted to brush it in the same places the woman was pink. We carried on the same way for 30 minutes with Maddox alternating between reading bottles and powders and consulting the G****e.

I nod my head, "Yeah. But I made sure that no one knew." "How?" "Well, do you have a mean face?" He scrunches his face into an angry face. His brows were arched down, be bared his teeth and growled. He looks like me when I'm grumpy. I throw my head back and laugh, "That's very good! Now, as long as you have that face when you're scared, no one will think you are."

Vera’s mysterious face was fully exposed in front of everyone. They saw that the left half of her face was smooth and white. It was delicate. However, the right half… The right half of Vera’s face was full of scars. It was scarred from a burn. It was obvious that Vera had experienced a fire before, and the right half of her face was burned. It was black, wrinkled, and ugly. It could even be described as “Terrifying”. “Waa!” A child saw Vera’s terrifying face and cried out in fright.

X stood before me, distortion mask removed, face finally visible. And it was nobody. Not figuratively. Literally. The face underneath the mask was smooth, featureless—a blank canvas of synthetic skin with no distinguishing characteristics. No nose. No lips. No features at all except two dark spaces where eyes should be.

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.