Face Time With Eight Novels & Stories

His gaze settled on her beautiful face. His chest tightened with a familiar ache. So she did remember they had been together for eight years. Then why had she never tried to change before? He had taken ninety-nine steps toward her. All she ever needed to do was take the last one. For eight years, he had waited. And now that there was nothing left to save, she was finally willing to move toward him. But he had already decided to turn away. He shook his head. “Fiona, maybe we should just—”

"Enough. You're coming back inside with me. I'll go get the transplant done right now. I've put it off too long already..." He seemed desperate all of a sudden, and in his panic, his hand caught the sheet—yanking it clean off. And there, in the cold light of day, was Ruby's pale, lifeless face.

he asked me confused. "You're what?-" "Oh my...." suddenly someone came in and I saw Gen was also shocked but somehow, he recovered immediately. "August." "What?" "What?" Together we answered Gen. I raised my eyebrows and immediately spoke. "Excuse me? I'm the one he's talking to, not you." I promise here. I just don't like the idea that I have someone that bears my face. Or worst, it might be earth. Of all the faces that can be imitated, why mine?

They stop looking at each other, continuing to watch for any suspicious behavior. The feral cats on the street are fighting each other for food. Until they scurry off, hearing loud footsteps approaching. Chris notices that the cats are not on the road anymore. So he grabs his binoculars to get a more detailed look at what is going on. He sees nothing so far but does not give up. Eventually, he sees black shoes approaching in the distance. He puts down the binoculars and notifies Brian. He tugs on his shoulder. "What is it this time?" he asks while feeling annoyed.

At that moment, a few ladies stepped out of the Land Rover and forced their way through the parents who intervened. The look in Tara's eyes froze over. She snatched my phone and lost her temper after she checked the screen. She flung it to the ground and stepped on it.

Lena translated. Mira smiled. She said something brief. Lena received it. "She says you have been calling it seven," Lena said. "She says it has always been eight." She paused. "She says eight is why the first friends maintained the practice even when the function was absent." She paused. "The eighth expression requires the function's presence to receive what it carries." She paused. "Without the function the recognition practice had nowhere to communicate to." She paused. "With the function returned the eighth expression can complete its designed function." She paused. "Which is." She paused.

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.

Venom frowned Eight peeked his head into the phone " wow Boss D, you look like a princess in this pink room, wow! This doesn't look like you at all, if you weren't my boss I would have proposed to you immediately" Erada glared at Eight, he couldn't bear to say those words to her face but since it was on a video call, he could run his mouth carelessly. Venom's face turned eighty degrees colder and he kicked Eight to the floor, Erada didn't think too much about it and she had no idea that Venom was trying so hard to control his rage at Eight's words.

Vanished again. Now it was like Camille was taunting him, telling him that he would never catch her. She’d been under his nose this whole time. Keeping her secrets like treasure to her chest. She’d sprung a surprise on the sleepy town. Not one girl, not even two, but three girls who shared the same face and Luther Montgomery hadn’t been able to bring them all home. There was always one left.

All my life, I had dreamed of Mom caring about me the way she cared about Becca, but now that dream had come true, I couldn’t bring myself to feel happy at all. The officers exchanged glances. No one reacted to her outburst. Instead, there was only a trace of pity in their eyes. “Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.”