Face Fake Novels & Stories

"You're making fun of my cum face, aren't you?" "What?" I feigned ignorance. "How would I? Why should I? It's not like you have the most hilarious cum face I've ever seen." His fake frown disappeared and made way for a cheeky grin. "Mine is the only cum face you've ever seen. You know that." I rolled my eyes. Corky bastard. "I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you." I replied. He was right, absolutely right. However, it always gave me great pleasure to deflate and bruise his oversized ego.

When I moved to the right, she blocked me again. At this time, someone screamed behind me, "Look, what is dripping from her face now...?" "Oh my god. Is it fake skin? Is her face fake?" "I wonder if Mr. Mitaka know that she is so ugly." "He surely doesn't know!" I looked down and saw that the skin on my face had melted and some had dripped onto the ground through my fingers.

High, sculpted cheekbones dusted with natural glow, subtle across a small straight nose, rose petal lips that curved like secrets. Her eyes—my eyes—were the same shape, but surrounded by slightly elongated lashes and arched brows that softened the intensity. This face, this creation, was devastatingly charming. Beautiful... perhaps even more than the face I'd inherited at birth. “Do you think this boyfriend of yours will appreciate a fake face?” Giada’s voice sliced into my thoughts, smug and teasing as usual from the driver’s seat. I didn’t take my eyes off the mirror, “Are you going to tell him about it?”

She shrugged her shoulders. "You!" She pointed her finger at her. "Kailani, right?" She approached her, "if there's a fake here, it's you because you wear such a thick makeup!" "It's just makeup that can be erased or changed, unlike the fake personality that no matter how you hide, its true color will come out. The face can be hidden by wearing a mask. But one's true personality can't be hidden forever." Jenny said meaningfully. Jennelyn was speechless for a while because what the woman said hit home. "Who are you?" Her eyes narrowed as she carefully observed the face of the person in front of her.

A perfectly engineered layer of artificial human flesh—smooth, flexible, customized to look natural. He hooked his fingers beneath the edges. And slowly… Patiently… He peeled it off. The sound was soft—like removing tape from glass. The false face came away in one piece, the exact face the world knew: The sharp jaw. The smooth skin. The familiar expression everyone feared. He placed it gently on the table. And then he looked up, now revealing the truth: A completely different man beneath. His real face had sharper angles. A deeper scar along the left cheek.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

I replied and I was aware that I was sounding a bit shady. Lance fished something from the pocket of his jacket. “How about this?” He asked the moment he stuck a fake mustache right on his face. “What the fuck? You brought a fake mustache?” I exclaimed. Is he really committed to this whole act? He even brought a fake mustache just to make the look impeccable. “Yup. Just in case I don’t look like your uncle.”

I looked back at the almost anxious eyes of my friend. He was asking me to make this real. Did that mean our fake relationship? The sudden shift in our relationship? What did he mean? I was confused. I didn’t know what to say and as an awkward silence fell between us, Zaine stepped back a little, creating space between us. My body was suddenly missing the heat of his. My eyes searched my friend's face, but he gave nothing away, simply nodding slightly.

He also knows that his friend is hitting him. I looked at Zedrick who was seriously looking at his friends. He was holding the beer he was sipping. "How are you, Eliza?" Emily asked me. I turned to him and observed his appearance. He's only wearing a bra and short jeans, that's why his wife is so good at his place. It's not like me who is still wearing a t-shirt and shorts that don't go past the knees. "Okay," was the short reply. I really don't want to do plastic surgery with this girl because I know it's the same for me.

in my ears. I saw things faintly because of the thick veil so I flipped a layer of the veil over my head. I needed to know where I was been driven to, I looked at my side to see who I was contacted to marry. He maintained a cold stare at his phone, he raised it to his ears as he spoke, "Close the deal". His masculine would make anyone bow, his black hair is nicely cut, and he has a square-shaped face and a perfect nose like he had a plastic job.