Facehugger Novels & Stories

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this? She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood. " Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice. This was when she snapped out of her daze.

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.”

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

His breath hitched violently. Those eyes. That silhouette. He shoved past his men, stumbling toward me like a madman. His voice broke completely. "Aria?"

Now recruiting trial participants for a limited time. I assumed it was a scam. But when I opened it, I noticed that one of the before-and-after photos featured a face that looked remarkably similar to Winter's. Beneath it was a line of fine print: [Powered by deep-learning facial modeling technology. A non-surgical bio-synthetic dermal layer replicates the target's facial features with complete accuracy. Duration depends on membership tier.] I stared at the words "membership tier" for a long time. Then I filled out the application.

"What? No. I was just... looking for a page." "Oh please." She slid into the armchair like a queen reclaiming her throne. "Who?" I hesitated. "Just someone from school." She narrowed her eyes, unconvinced. "Cassie," I tried to pivot, "is there a way to find someone on social media if they're not using their real name?" She paused mid-spoon, thinking. "Search their face instead of their name." I blinked. "What?" "Face search. You upload a picture, and the algorithm scans the internet for matches."

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out. The moment it locked onto me, eyes glowing that eerie, hungry green. It let out a snarl and lunged. I didn't flinch. Not because of the OP loot my family gave me—this time, I came armed with something better. Right before its jaws hit my throat, I whipped out my secret weapon: A mega-sized chicken drumstick. "Go! Drumstick!" I chucked it. The hellhound stopped mid-lunge, instantly shifting back to its true form—three drooling dogs barreling after the meat.

I felt a chill move down my spine. "Stop." The footage froze. "Zoom in on his eyes." The security officer obeyed. The screen displayed his eyes more clearly. I studied them carefully. "Can you run facial recognition using the visible features?" "With only the eyes?" "Try." "Yes, Alpha." The system began processing. I remained completely still. Usher stood beside me. "Alpha, do you recognize him?" "No." I continued staring at the screen. "But I have a feeling..." I paused. "...that we've seen those eyes before."

And you are never alone" and I nod at him. He gives me a big hug and I melt in it. And with that he left for some place in the world taking the heart of a 12-year-old girl. After 9 years. "Oh, hell no" I claimed as I keep the book in the shelf. "C'mon Iris" I rolled my eyes as I walk over to the counter and go behind it. "You have zero sex life, at least get a vibrator or dildo" I groaned as I bang my head in embarrassment.