Face Description Example Novels & Stories

When she did,she moved back a bit,smiling. "Oh, uhm... hello", she responded.I raised a brow, taking in her facial features. High cheekbones with rosy cheeks, soft slightly grey eyes, long narrow nose, thin neatly drawn dark eyebrows, pouty lips in the colour red, long eyelashes brushed with black thick mascara and an eyeliner highlighting her pretty shaped eyes.

“Check out this guy’s side profile —Ethan Prescott.” I leaned in closer, squinting at the image. There was something about his features that seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't place it. Still, it was strange that I seemed to find him familiar, considering the fact that I suffered from face blindness, or prosopagnosia. It was a condition that made it difficult for me to recognize faces, even those of people I’ve met countless times. Yet, something about his expression—perhaps the way he carried himself or the emotions in his eyes—seemed to reach out to me.

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.

I started, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me, "I want to change my face entirely. I am not satisfied with my current appearance, and I am seeking a full-face makeover." Dr. Wolfe's eyes scanned my face, analyzing its features with a professional eye. He proceeded to take measurements and assess the symmetry of my facial structure. His expertise was evident as he delved into the details of my dissatisfaction. "What specifically about your face would you like to change, Mrs. Davis?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

Regal walked until he got to a river, he washed his bloodied and muddy face and stared down at the river, looking at his reflection. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he has a face the ladies would right to wake up to every morning. His sword shaped eyebrows gave him an air of authority, looking down to his foxy eyes, alluring and sexy, oh and his sharp jawline could cut through the heart of ladies practicing celibacy. The enthralling feature on his face that makes the ladies coo and melt at the sight of him is his adorable cheeks. It not only made him look less unapproachable, it befitted his personality.

m. Azrael studied the slightly wrinkled face of the woman he had kidnapped. Wrinkles somehow fascinated him. The character of a person could be judged so well by them, because longstanding unconscious facial expressions irrevocably shape facial features. At a certain point, you couldn't hide them anymore. There were so many different types and shapes. He would never get any. Somehow he would be curious what kind of thing he would have had. Crow's feet from many smiles? He made a face, probably not. Frown lines? Probably sooner.

The men around them laughed and exchanged opinions as if witnessing something novel. Emma looked at the woman. The woman curled up, her clothes torn and barely covering her body. Her face displayed bruises and wounds of various shades, some still bleeding. Sensing someone staring at her, she raised her head. Her face was disfigured, with a swollen eye, a broken nose, bruised cheeks, and a bleeding mouth. She was utterly unrecognizable. Anyone seeing such a terrifying face would run away in horror. Emma remained composed, gazing quietly at the wounds on the woman's face, a growing anger growing inside her.

I pressed my body more against his. "Describe yourself to me", Michael whispered back. My lips started shaking, as they did every time when something affected me. "I have a square face. I have big eyes. A lot of lashes. I have a stern nose. I have full lips, and even a hint of cheekbones. My body is curvy, but not ugly to look at. When I smile, my nose scrunches up." I swallowed. "My eyes light up too. When I stared at the woman in the mirror, she was so astonishing, strikingly beautiful. It took me such a long time to realize it was me. The woman who was beaming with happiness was me."