Facehugger Novels & Stories

I tug her face upwards unexpectedly. I feast my eyes on her face. It looks absurd and scarred. One part of her face is ruined. She still has her eyes closed. Surely, I do not know her and she is not a member of the pack. I have never seen her before but it all feels as though this is not the first time I am meeting her.

He or she was on hoodie and facemask" "Wait, that thief?" She scoffed. "I guess" He shrugged. "Anyway, I called to ask this… Did you see the person's face?" "Hmm... Not at all. The person concealed their face" "Oh" "Why? Do you know the person?" "Huh... Not at all" "Though, I remember something about this person" "What's that?" He asked. "The hoodie had the letter H on the front" She said. "Alright then. Thanks" He said and ended the call.

The hug was different when he cried because the hug they shared was closed with no air can pass and the butler's pheromones were releasing a sensible lust and care of love. HiVi took his pheromones, a milky apple shake and mulberry in desert sand fragrance, he took as much as many as he can, good thing his not on heat, or he will surely reject thus abundant number of pheromones. The hug lasted longer that they didn't even notice the time, not until Avist ended it because something's dangerous up, down him. A little chuckle escape from HiVi's lips, and touched it without shame, that startled Avist with wide eyes.

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

A loud knock at the front door jolted me awake. I sat upright, heart pounding. How long had I been asleep? I glanced at the clock. Not long. Quickly, I fixed my hair, adjusted my clothes, and hurried downstairs with a smile I could not hide. It was him. I peeked through the small hole in the door. Victor stood there smiling. Tall. Dark hair. That dangerous look in his eyes that always pulled me in. I opened the door.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

Yet, before I can continue, a large wave drags the water back and then forward, crashing over us both. Hugh laughs as the wave, pushing the wet hair away from his face. But I immediately turn away from him, putting new distance between us. “What is it, little fox?” he asks me. “Are you alright?” He’s not teasing now. There’s a touch of worry in his voice for how fast I turned away. Quickly, I raise my hand to touch my face. My bare face. “My mask…” I say. “I’ve lost my mask!”

Although her tone was friendly and polite, every word that she said was like a heavy blow to my heart, making it difficult for me to even breathe. "Hello, ma'am. We've searched through the system for the results that you're looking for. I regret to inform you that your DNA test is fake. We don't have any records of conducting a DNA test for Ms. Winnie Gulliver."

I came from a family of thick women, so I was definitely looking sickly. Resolved to straighten up my act, I washed my face off again and put a little blush on to add color to my face. I slipped on a sports bra and matching leggings before pulling on one of Sterling’s Howard tees. It still smelled like him, and I refused to wash it. I missed him so much. I even sprayed a little extra of his Armani Code cologne on it so that I could sleep peacefully. Before I could leave the bathroom to join my kids, my phone rang. I silently prayed that it wasn’t my mother before I looked at the screen. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was my best friend, Zabrena, calling.

The cover photo of her account was changed just now. Aliyah uploaded her photo but her whole face in the photo is not revealed. She is wearing a face mask and eyeglasses which is enough to hide her face. Atif takes a deep breath in dismay. He cannot see the whole face of Aliyah. How he can compare if she looks like Haya. But Atif notices something that they have similar hair color and skin complexion. And based on Aliyah's photo she didn't look like she was a mother.