Face Descriptions Novels & Stories

When the door opened, my slender and bruised legs jumped into view. Preston looked rather surprised at the sight. In the next second, he stared at my face blankly. "Jeanine Colby?"

"Well, we'd like to see a bit more. Why don't you try a few different poses and expressions for us?" I eagerly comply. They all watch intently, occasionally murmuring to one another. After several minutes, the man speaks up for the first time. "I think that's enough for now. We've seen what we need to see and I believe you might be just what we're looking for.” he says. "You have done so well with the walk, and you have quite the strong facial features that are visually appealing.You just need a little more practicing. Our agency sure needs a face like yours," the older lady says.

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.”

“I mean, his face. Describe his facial features.” “Oh,” Emily immediately felt stupid. “Oh. I mean, of course, that’s what you meant. I was going to get there. I mean, eventually.” Her smile didn’t leave her face. “Of course, ma’am.” “So, um, his facial features,” Emily was suddenly conflicted on what to say out of fear she was going to be overspilling. “He looks okay. He always furrows his brows but right, that’s not the point. How do I describe someone’s face? He has pointy nose? Not too pointy though. Like perfectly shaped pointy nose. Um, what else? His cheekbones? He rarely smiles but whenever he does, they come to life in a way?”

some looked at him in shock, some in amusement and the man holding me down was looking at him with his usual cold gaze. When he noticed the scar face didn't let me go so he rushed towards us as he grabbed his hand on my arm and tried to push it away. I frowned and looked down at his hand struggling to push the scar face hand away from my arm but his hand didn't even move an inch.

I’ve seen the impossible happen. And it’s always the woman you don’t see coming. I pay for access to a private biometric database. Don’t ask how I have it. Don’t ask how much it cost me. It runs a face-match protocol, pulls from facial symmetry, eye distance, nasal bridge depth—stuff I don’t even understand. It’s a long shot. Probably nothing. I run it. It glitches. Then crashes. Then reloads. And then— One frame comes back. MATCH CONFIDENCE: LOW.

Kyle patted Jacob's shoulder. "But if she were to stand before you again, you would recognize her instantly. People grow and change, especially girls. It's not a big deal. Just describe however much you remember. Focus on her basic shape and outline, which are the most important. Also, any distinct facial features, like whether she has moles, birthmarks, or if her eyebrows had any particular shape. You should also tell me if she was slim or plump." Jacob turned to Rafael and Carissa. "You two should go out. You're both on leave today, so you should go and do what you feel like doing."

He didn't answered he was all quite . He stopped when he was only a feet apart from me . As he was near The moon's light lit his face . My mouth parted as my eyes admire his face . His face appeared as oblong shaped , his jawline was sharp with thick beard , his eyes were white like a diamond and his hairs were gelled back . It seems like he is a devil from hell . His face was rigid . It reflects no expression no emotion .

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.

She was not just scared… Real horror spread like nitrogen through her veins. She was preparing to see some kind of sadistic bestial face, the face of a murderous maniac ... She was preparing to cling to her nails, teeth, fight to the death ... but the person who entered, after knocking (!), Could successfully be a cook or a salesman in a grocery store! Good-natured, pink, round face, round belly. In general, the whole figure is somehow rounded, cozy. Fat, a hundred kilograms, but such a pleasant fullness. Light, shy, short-sighted eyes narrowed. The face is familiar...so familiar! Thoughts rushed to the corners of memory, trying to choose an identical one among the gallery of seen faces.