Face Descriptions Novels & Stories

It’s nоt the fасе оf someone аbоut tо gо оn a dаtе. It’ѕ thе face оf ѕоmеоnе who’s ѕсаrеd. Shе’ѕ up to something and I am betting іt hаѕ something to dо wіth Aрrіl аnd Nеw Jеrѕеу.

His gaze was still observing my face even to the point that my face felt hot from being stared at. "Is my face that weird?" Alex shook his head briefly. "No ... I'm just not used to your new face yet." This is one of the reasons why I am reluctant to show my old face to him. 'What ... you don't like it?" I asked hesitantly. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. 'Cara, kku don't care if your face looks like a teenager or an adult. You're still Cara in my eyes." As expected Alex would answer like that. I exhaled because I was a little disappointed.

The first time I saw the advertisement was on a fan forum dedicated to Winter. That day, my supervisor caught me scrolling through celebrity paparazzi photos at my desk and fired me. I walked out of the office building carrying a cardboard box as rain poured from the sky. I hadn't brought an umbrella, and my makeup was ruined, leaving black streaks beneath my eyes. Just then, my phone lit up. [AI Bio-Facial Transformation. Zero-invasive face replacement. Now recruiting trial participants for a limited time.]

“Some of those faces might b… be RBF.” I move backward to lean on my desk, folding my arms across my chest. “Is that a mask brand, I hope?” Fon shakes her head. Wait a second, is she shivering? “It means resting bitch face.” “Hm. What the fuck is that?” “S… seventy percent of the 21st-century young adults are aware of it, ma’am, how are you… not?”

I ask and she shakes her head. "No, that's all I know." She relates, I walked towards the door but then she mutters, "wait!, back at the storage room there were three other men in there, I cannot remember their faces, but one had a scar in his eyebrows and his face is quite wolfish,that is all I remember." She finishes. "Thank you," I reply, storing all the information. " I'll get going now " I turn and leave the room, I close the door behind me, leaning against it as I breathe out, I am surprised by how good her description has been even if it doesn't make me feel anything different.

I want to tell you what was in me, looking at him, because I have not yet found a clean way to describe it and I am going to try. What was in me was not fear. Fear had been a register I had been visiting on and off for two months, and the register had not arrived with me into the front room. What was in me was not arousal, either, though I want to be honest that arousal was nearby in the room, available, sitting against the inside of my ribs. What was in me, looking at him, was the specific quiet curiosity of a woman who has been thinking about a man without a face for two months and is now looking at his face and finding that the face is a face.

But I was. Her face was etched in my mind like a work of art - the sharp angle of her jawline, the slight upturn of her nose, the full lips that seemed to pout even when she wasn't trying. I knew every curve, every contour, every freckle on her face. My sharp eyes taking in every detail of her. The shape of her eyes, like almonds, with a sharp outer corner and a soft, rounded inner curve. The color, a deep, rich brown that seemed to sparkle, taunting me. The way her eyelashes curled slightly at the tips, like a whispered secret. The gentle slope of her forehead, the delicate arch of her eyebrows. I knew it all.

"What? No. I was just... looking for a page." "Oh please." She slid into the armchair like a queen reclaiming her throne. "Who?" I hesitated. "Just someone from school." She narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. "Cassie," I tried to pivot, "is there a way to find someone on social media if they're not using their real name?" She paused mid-spoon, thinking. "Search their face instead of their name." I blinked. "What?" "Face search. You upload a picture, and the algorithm scans the internet for matches."

Nevertheless, she was putting on a slightly dirty, and loose T-shirt, which loosely covered all the parts of her thin body except her ugly face. Her face was dark in complexion, and her dark eyes were clear and beaming, like the face of a teenager who was experiencing love for the first time. Secondly, her ugly face was characterized by larger eyes, and thick lips, and, it was conspicuously deformed by an ugly birthmark which ran from her cheeks to the end of her temple.

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"