Face Maker We Can Be Heroes Novels & Stories

“I won’t be fine, Veer. How am I going to act with a scar on my face? She hasn’t just ruined my face but the only opportunity I have to act with you,” I cried. “I say it’s okay. You will act, okay? No scar can stop you from being featured in my film. We will tackle it. Come on now, you need to get cleaned up,” he said and pulled me up. “Ow!” I cried, reacting to the pain in my ankle.

How could I ever help anyone else over you? Then he turned to me, his voice laced with frustration as he said, "Magnolia, I know you're afraid of your birth father finding you and selling you off for some cash. "But if you just tell us the truth, Nev and I will help you. What you shouldn't do is make a scene at my grandmother's birthday banquet and falsely accuse Nev. "Nev is gracious enough not to hold it against you. I suggest you stop while you can." Hearing this, the crowd's gazes toward me turned even harsher.

My eyes lowered and they fell on Kevin's hand. His fingers were gripping the edge of the bench so tightly that his knuckles turned white. I lifted my gaze to look at his face. His eyes were on Aria. His jaw was clenched. It was as if he would pull the two people apart anytime soon. The lights turned on and the professor's voice came to be heard loudly. "Every Alpha is a hero in their story. But they bear the obstacles too." He said as he wanted to explain how one Alpha could demolish another Alpha in wars.

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'

"Our first-place winner for this year's Community Heroes project is seven-year-old Emma Sinclair!" Applause erupted across the room. Emma stood up proudly, her shiny red ribbons bouncing as she carried her poster board to the center stage. She adjusted the microphone with a loud squeak, took a deep breath, and looked straight at Vivian. "My hero is Dr. Vivian," Emma’s voice rang out clear and sweet through the speakers. "She is a cardiac surgeon. That means when little kids have sick hearts, she fixes them so they can run around and play with their families again. She works very hard every day, and she taught me that real heroes are kind, strong, and never give up!"

Take off your mask and let me see it. "No." Eupheus took a step back, covering his mask. Fiona wants to come forward. I took her by the arm and sarcastically said, "It's too embarrassing to be like this." Come down with me and I'll have the doctor change you back." Fiona looked back at me immediately. "Can the wound on his face be healed?" I said, "Of course you can. It just takes a lot of suffering. But don't worry, he brought it on himself."

While some had a friendly system on their own, fawning and licking each other to please one another. 'Heroes' who get their abilities relying on the rain can only grit their teeth with hatred but cannot find the courage to pick a fight as 'Sotíras' is much stronger than them in which they won’t have to think twice, what time they be announcing their loss to the other party. A person with invisible existence were in the middle of crowded people talking about their daily life in silence after realizing how boring it is to be quiet. Gabriel wearing that smiley mask but indifferent ice cold eyes shown outside, strides with small steps at his apartment, carrying a recycle plastic filled with meat

"So what! I can fix that. I can get implants, wigs— whatever it takes! I can fix the rest as long as my face is back." Hunter chuckled sarcastically while her eyes lingered desperately at the vial, "You think fake hair and teeth will cover the monster you've become?" Zara charged towards him again. She lashed out at him with profanities while Hunter laughed louder. He enjoyed playing with her. "You'll still look dirty, Zara. Haven't you noticed, implants are not always successful. Some ended up with botched faces. Zara howled again, "I don't care! Nobody looks at your teeth first. Nobody cares if your hair's real. But the face... My face... If I can get it back, I'll still be beautiful."

I made a speech in their memory and services. "Luca and Hadris are our heroes and will always be. Their sacrifices will not be forgotten, they died heroes of our pack and it will only make us strong. I promise I will unearth whoever is responsible for this attack and they will face my wrath. Karica is a new addition to our pack and her unique powers ensured that those creatures were either killed or fled. But with an unknown enemy spreading its wings and breaching our borders we need to keep her powers a secret. So I am asking for discretion, not to discuss what she possesses with anyone."

But what struck her the most were the new faces, people who had been drawn by the tales of her bravery and the hope she had ignited within the hearts of the people of Gaza. As the crowd caught sight of Beverly, a collective cheer erupted, their voices blending into a chorus of praise and appreciation. They hailed her as their hero, their savior, and expressed their gratitude for her valiant efforts in freeing their city from the clutches of the werewolves. Beverly's eyes widened in disbelief, her cheeks flushed with warmth