Face Fake Novels & Stories

I detected that something was wrong with her sentence. She obviously knew me from somewhere. I focused on her perfect face and then, I found out what was bugging me all this while. Her face was too perfect. It felt unreal somehow. Now, I realized why I was feeling like something was wrong. Something was wrong indeed. Her face was obviously fake. She began laughing maniacally before she raised her hands to her face. Before my eyes, I saw her remove the overly perfect face she had on. Her real face was revealed.

"Although you haven't changed a lot and are still as sarcastic as before, I'll nevertheless help you but I don't know when I'll come back to the country. I'm not ready to visit that old man yet…" "You don't need to be present. I only want to make use of your face and I have it here already," Richard confessed. "What do you mean by you have my face there already? How's it even possibl… hyper-realistic face mask? You actually...how could you reduce my handsome face to something you could mimick, play with and discard at will!" "I could only come up with your face when I thought about the face to use. Since it's easier to recreate plain faces, I opted for yours," Richard said offhandedly.

[Poker Face] “Are you Akesha Melody Anderson?” [Confident] “Yes Ma'am, I am Akesha Melody Anderson at your service.” I offer my hands for a shake hands. But, my hands left hanging. I faked my smile. This girl is getting on my nerves. I just pretend that I still listening but I’m starting to slap her in my mind. “I am aware of that don’t say anything that is already written on your resume. And, we will be calling you for your scheduled interview.” and she already left without smiling.

Although your fake boobs are about the same size as Xi Youmi's, you've stuffed too many unnatural materials there so it doesn't look springy at all. "If you have a chance to be a killer in the future, remember not to impersonate a woman with bigger breasts than yours. But it no longer matters. Because you will never have that chance again." Qin Haodong reached out. As his fingers slid across Thousand-Faced Enchantress's face, a human skin mask was taken off, revealing a hideous face. Beneath the mask, Thousand-Faced Enchantress's real face was covered with freckles and pockmarks. What was more, there was a long scar stretching across her left face, which looked really disgusting.

The fake smile felt like a mask that might crack at any moment. * * *

It probably was because my face had been adjusted that I looked even prettier than before! "You, you're amazing." I looked at Amy in surprise. There were indeed no other thoughts on my mind except my admiration for him. Amy shook his head helplessly and said, "It's too early for you to be happy. After all, a fake face is a fake one. You can't have any other expressions except smiling. Of course, you can't do that either. Moreover, you can't suffer a strong hit. Otherwise, your face will be crooked. Do you understand?"

"Hey,'' Riviera turns to the voice. Her eyes widen at the sight before her and she had to hold back a laugh. The girl before her has a botched face, looking like a b-list celebrity with mismatching lips (her top lip is fat and hangs over her lower lip, which is daunted in pink lipstick.) Her fake fashes seem more like fly legs, and her breasts are ready to pop out of her top. "I'm Garcia, you must be Riviera. I guess what they said is true, you are pretty but not as pretty as me.'' The girl laughs. Riviera looks the girl up and down already, telling that they won't be friends, with her bad tan that is almost orange, bleach blonde hair that is wild, puffy and all over the place.

Well, it seems that he didn’t know that my smile was a fakey fake too. Laughing mentally, I could remember his face when he said ‘fakey fake’ pertaining to Froilan’s smile. I wish I could give him a high five for having the same mindset as I am. “The organizer said it’s about to start.” “Let me retouch your makeup, Lady Venice.” “Yes, hers as well, please.” Sob.

The fingers curled, gripping the edge of his cheek, and then. He peeled it away. The fake skin lifted from his features with a horrifying, sticky sound. Beneath the false face, beneath the silicone mask that had mimicked Lucian’s likeness so disturbingly well, emerged the real face underneath, sweat-slicked, furious and unmistakable.

He then whispers again, "Turn." I do as he says and turn slowly once more. He's obviously checking that the makeup covered his sex slave mark. As soon as I am facing him again, he nods his head in approval. I then flinch a little as he raises his hand, sliding it on my cheek. He then whispers, “Beautiful, you are so beautiful, Lise.”