Facehugger Novels & Stories

I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo. Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy? "What the hell is this, why would someone do that?" Connor shrugged towards me, a bewildered look on his face. "I know right, they took away the snapchat hotdog filter, and now this!?"

Agape cried in happiness and jumped to hugged Fafa Kirk tightly. Hugged tightly... "Waaaah! Agape! Why are you hugging---" My eyes went down to Fafa Kirk who wasn't moving? Agape's hugging his HEAD tightly and his face is buried in her CHEST! CHEST! MT. EVEREST BREASTS! And holy shit!

Please be ugly, please be ugly, please God make him ugly! I inhaled sharply as my stare reached his face. He was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and longish blond hair that he wore slicked back. I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing a dark pair of designer shades, but with everything else he had going on—even if his eyes were bright pink with yellow spots—I don't think anyone would give a crap. I gulped again, trying to pull myself together. He had a massive grin on his face and one of his eyebrows raised as he stretched out his arm, waving my vibrator in my face.

They stopped when they saw her and moved away from the casket,beckoning her to come closer. An unknown peace came over her as she inhaled deeply and felt her horror and apprehension dissipate as she crossed the short distance between herself and the casket. Looking down,Beth stared at her own face. “How is this possible?”she asked,touching her hair,her face,her arms,as if to make sure she was still breathing and living.This was unbelievable.She was staring at her own corpse in morbid fascination. The tallest of the singing children,a beautiful young girl with the voice of an angel,was the one to answer her.

“Finally,” an unfamiliar deep voice said. I move my head sideways and tried to open my eyes. The back of my head still hurts but I now have a clearer vision and consciousness. “She is an Ambrose,” that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form.

He had an evil smirk on his face that had Koa wanting to pounce on him and claw his lips off. “Then you will have no objection to me playing some video clips?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. You could see the worry flash in his eyes but if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed it. “Nope.” He said. I smirked and then hit play on the video clip. Gunner and Tora had set up a projector so that everyone could easily see everything. This video clip was of all the women that were caged up and being used as breeders. I looked around the room for everyone’s reactions. It didn’t take very long before all the lunas were fighting back their wolves. Some had lips twitching with low growls co

I went straight to the exit and hung out outside first. Grabe, why do I feel so free? I bent down to look at my chest. I was gripped by my rough scar. The pleasure of feeling that I accept myself. I haven't heard any negative comments about it yet, but I'm happy. I was smiling in the air when suddenly someone noticed in the air. There was a white drone near in front of me and it was quite noisy. I watched its movement and frowned sharply as it approached — it was approaching me. When it hit my face a few steps away from me I was even more confused. It has a small camera on the front and that focuses on me. What the fuck? Whose is this?

"Anyone?" Hugo, a man with a tophat and a grey mustache that makes him look like the monopoly man, steps forward. He smiles at me and then presents Felicia with a chair. His gloved hands are resting on the backrest, and Felicia seems to gulp before stepping forward. "Don't be afraid; this won't hurt," Hugo says with glimmering eyes that speak of his mischief. He loves to watch people suffer. "But it will be one hell of an experience,"

She walked past him. His heart fluttered. She was looking beautiful. She had a Burberry round crossbody bag and her brown hair was up in a summer bun. She had put on light makeup. He felt heat rising in his body. “Oh wait,” She turned again. “I forgot to put on my contacts. Give me a moment.” He stopped her by grabbing her arm. “No. These glasses look good on you.” Her cheeks flushed on this sudden touch. She looked at him and then at her arm.

Rather than a face of a human that Khairul hoped to see, unfortunately, a terrifying sight greeted him back. That thing, by any means, is not human! He had no eyes, no nose, and not even mouth! What kind of monster was that?! On the surface, charred plastic-like patches marred the face. That creature stifled an odd chocked laughter. It had spotted Khairul from that distance.