Face Maker We Can Be Heroes Novels & Stories

When Adina was about to speak, she suddenly became stunned. When the light outside the window shone on their faces, there were a total of scars on the four faces. They were clearly red lipstick marks. With the eyeshadow and foundation as finish-off, they looked like very deep wounds. “Mommy, Mel put this makeup on for us,” Harold proudly said, “Georgie said this makeup is called Scar Makeup. It’s very popular on the internet now. Does it look good?” Adina’s eyes suddenly became watery. The kids must have seen the online news, so they put two scars on their faces.

I said "Yeah, I will do all you've said. But what about my face? I can't possibly go there with this face because everyone will recognize me immediately" "I know and that's why I've prepared a facial mask, especially for you. It will change your face completely and you can't ever take it off until the mission is accomplished" I said showing it to her "I can't ever take it off? Alright then, I just hope this plan succeeds quickly because I sure love my freedom" she muttered sighing softly

I paused "This better not be one of your plans or I swear this will be your last day on earth" "What happened to your face?" Then it dawned on me. I had no make up on. No concealer, foundation or powder. My face was bare, rough and bruised. It was that moment I wanted an earthquake to occur. Anything to run away from this "I got in a fight" And the liar of the year award goes to, ME! For telling a lie without stuttering, sweating or over blinking. Seriously guys, I crushed it. "Wow. I didn't picture you to be a street fighter"

Something alive. I reached for the scarf I’d wrapped around my hand and tied it over my head, concealing my face. Only my eyes remained visible, hard, wild, and unflinching. “There are no heroes on a white horses in this world,” I said, my voice softer now, but charged with the storm building inside me, “There are only monsters. So be your own hero. Don’t die beneath a monster’s boot just because he’s stronger than you. Die for your honor! For your fury! For your name!

it's still a story but it's obviously insulting. "Shut up! I'm not a monster!" he said angrily. "They think you are a monster since you were born. They didn't notice it for what reason you're here until you grow up." it still says. Out of anger, I was game over. My opponent shot me first so nothing. He lost. He pushed the chair forward angrily. He frowned as he looked at it. "Papa Diego, please stop talking. I'm not a monster and I don't have any plastic surgery. Cause my face is natural I'm handsome..." he defended himself.

- I brought my right hand to his face, and used my thumb to dry a tear that was about to fall. - Look how far you've come, how you take care of me, how you treat Flora and Megan, and I'm sure you treated your uncle as well as you can, you are the bravest and most caring man I've ever met in my life, you have a lot to be proud of, with everything that happened that I know was not little, you did not surrender to darkness, you did not let your monsters dominate you, yes we are all very proud of you! - I smiled as I held his face with both hands, he was stunned as if he was processing every word he had heard.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

I heard someone speaking behind us. I turned back to see the one and only Damian Hernandez. "Mr Hernandez, it's an honour to be here." Brian extended his hand. "How's your father? I thought he has turned down my invitation." Damian shook his hand. "He's alright, but he didn't feel quite right to come. So he sent us instead. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not! I have been eager to meet the siblings who have overthrown the entire American Army's best soldiers in a single fight!"

"I don't know how to be hero, Mommy. I only know how to be weapon. How to be power. How to be—" "Then we'll teach you," Maria said. She'd appeared beside us. "We'll teach you control. Mercy. Wisdom. All the things that make you more than just power. That make you person worth becoming." Grace nodded. Wiped her eyes. Looked at the frozen soldiers. At Dr. Voss broken on the ground. At the battle she'd won without becoming monster. "What do we do with them?" she asked. "We let them go," I said. "We show them mercy. We prove we're not what they fear. We—"

"Yes...I perceived myself to be handsome because I am my father's son. And I am a very proud son of very handsome and brave people who has overcome the judgment of people and society. I have inherited my papa's handsome face and both of my fathers' pure heart and bravery. With those, I believe I am fully equipped to surpass any endeavor I will choose to take. And I am here achieving one of my dreams. My handsome face brought me to this stage, facing all of you despite my anxiousness. So, I strongly believe my handsome face and the positive outlook my family has instilled in me will get me far in life. Thank you, everyone, and good evening"