Facehugger Novels & Stories

"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."

"But i can try to change myself and to keep up with your expectations." The next moment i knew, i was taken in a hug and the musk that always spelled a caste on me, reached my nostrils. I could not hug him back as yash was still in my arms and my other hand was trapped between us. I could feel his heart beats that ran in the similar speed of mine. "Are you guys done?" I flinched by the sudden interference and jerked Abhishek. I looked at the intruder and found it to be Trisha. "Please do a baby soon guys, you both look perfect with a baby and magical if its yours and not mine. "

She led Faith out of there, who turned around and looked at Anna with bewilderment and inquisition. Anna watched Lucy's retreating figure, and her eyes were brimming with burning hatred. Her eyes became bloodshot from it, and it just so happened that Faith caught this look of hers. Once both of them walked further away, Faith said, "Lucy. It's my duty to develop a facial recognition system, and I've seen a lot of pictures before and after someone did plastic surgery. "I think the earlier lady's face is particularly stiff. It looked like she had done a full facial plastic surgery."

he said and slammed the door to my face without looking back. Immediately he went out, I rushed to open the door and the door was hard. The metal was locked, I tried to look at the lens attached to the door, but the door refused to open. Then I had no option but to submit to fate. I lay on the bed, hoping I would sleep off, but unfortunately, my face was wide open. Suddenly, I began to feel strange, the same burning sensation that I always felt. I was careful enough not to bite anything from the room. A drop of water did not pass through my throat while I was with Jack. Even the fruits that he bought, I refused to take them with me, I left them in his car. Definitely, the aphrodisiac must ha

Likeable 1 > 0 Just to close his eyes, ignoring another beep of the hologram on the screen in front of him. **Meeting the stranger failed

Part of my face shifts as I roar, “¡MAMÁ!” The sight waiting for me in the living room nearly stops my heart. Three women in hoods. Two shriveled and ancient, like dried-out corpses in tattered brown cloaks stained with black and rust-red—blood. One is young and beautiful, wearing a vivid red hood. Riding Hoods. “Esteban Rosa, I presume?” the one in red says calmly. “Who the fuck are you?” I snarl, my jaw elongating into a muzzle, fangs glinting.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

He had seen this video before. At the company, when he opened this website, the same video had popped up. But he hadn’t paid attention at the time and had closed it immediately. Now, it appeared again. It seemed this website had been attacked by a virus. Just as he was about to click the "X" in the upper right corner, a familiar face suddenly caught his eye. Fair skin. A face contorted with pleasure, her expression lewd and shameless... It took him a moment to recall who this was—

Seconds later, like a clear holographic image taking shape out of the dark, the software enhances the facial structure hidden beneath the hat. The software isolates the angle of the cheekbones, the prominent square shape of the chin, and the distinctly narrow, masculine slope of the hips hidden beneath the flowy dress. I lean so close my nose almost touches the computer screen. Fanny gasps, her hand floats to her mouth. "Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes wide. "Is that . . . is that Fenton?" I'm staring at the enhanced structure of the face on the screen, my throat tight. "That's Fenton," I whisper.

And I stagger back when I see that her snout is coming off, tilted to the side like some sort of prop, revealing a very human face underneath. A face that has no skin and no clear identity, mangled beyond recognition, seemingly stuffed into a Rogue shell and forced to do someone's bidding.