Facehugger Novels & Stories

It sent shivers down our spines, and an odd tension descended upon us like a dense fog. This guy had this eye patch covering his left eye, the only thing setting him apart from my father. Confusion was written all over our faces, but things got even more confusing when this stranger rushed straight at me. Without hesitation, he wrapped me up in a tight hug, tears pouring down his face like I was some lost treasure he finally found after searching for so many years.

Where is my cat, Sugar? I quickly tied my head in a messy bun, the ugly one, not the one that talented women pull off so effortlessly, as I opened the door. “Okay, why are you ringing the bell so-” My words stopped as my eyes came in contact with someone’s broad chest. Okay wait what? I looked up to see a guy who could make the devil sweat with his captivating god like face. My mouth fell open as I just stared at his face, he didn’t look like a good guy, he had a few cuts on his face and a permanent scar near his forehead.

Since the cigar man's body was blocking the contents of the suitcase, I couldn't make out what was inside. Finally, he turned, and then we all could see his face. Smug, confident, and unremorseful, but there was something about him that seemed familiar. So I asked, “Is it possible to run facial recognition software on this man and the girl? Possibly get to know who they are?” “Yes.” Meera asked. “I have men working on it already, but it might take some time-” “Which we don't have.” I finished for her.

His hairy face stared at picture frame of a small yet simple family of red hair . A smiling woman and small boy and a baby. His crimson stared at the baby in the lady bossom before and stomp on the picture. " It's here."

Other than the kind gestures she did to me; she also lets me borrow an extra phone to use incase I want to contact one of my co-workers. Since her house has already installed a wireless internet connection in which I’m not really fond of, I tried to open the browser and type in the popular site which people uses to entertain themselves. It’s called F******k. It didn’t take me hours to sign up since I already have an account before but due to lesser time for me time with the existence of Hugo, I finally opened my account and the first thing that I saw is Anj’s name on the active list. I immediately clicked her name and chatted her.

" It doesn't matter, Cupcake. Nothing is going to happen or change if you touch my face so why do you're..." " Because I want to feel how you..." " Cupcake. " A calm but firm tone and I lowered my head, a sigh followed after his clearing throat. " Will it make you feel happy? " I gulped before nodding. " Fine, but only for five seconds. I-I just hate when someone touches my face or anywhere. Especially my face. " I was confused if I should smile or furrow. Happy at the same time confusing, a combination of feelings burst into my chest and I only remained the fact, he said yes. I smiled heartily.

"Shit. It's empty. He tricked us." Hugo brushed the guard aside with his foot and sat down in the main chair, facing the central computer. He started tapping away at the keyboard. "We have bigger problems to worry about, Papi," he commented, searching for something on the internet. I frowned and walked over to him, resting my hand on the chair to see what was going on. My eyes landed on a familiar face on the computer screen. I knew I had seen her before, but I couldn't place it. It was a beautiful woman in a black cocktail dress, smiling brightly, her hand resting on a wall.

"Right. Suddenly hot. Even though the weather says otherwise." She shakes her head, yanking on a jacket. "I'm going out." "Tell Jeffery I said hi." She pauses, then scoffs. "Oh, shut up." I smile, relieved that Keisha isn't a total robot after all. Reaching for my phone, I remember the notification from earlier. A text. Hi, intruder.

00:02. Ben hit the Enter key. "BAD DOG!" Ben yelled. The Hound froze in mid-air. The red lights on its collar turned blue. The countdown stopped at 00:01. The Hound landed heavily on the platform, inches from Ben's feet. It sat down. Its mechanical tail wagged once, stiffly. "Did you..." Hailey stared, wide-eyed. "Did you just hack a werewolf?" "I... I reprogrammed its IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) tag," Ben stammered, his knees shaking so hard he had to sit down. "I told it that 'Self' equals 'Target'. It... uh... it thinks it's the enemy."

I could see the effect of the Arousal Aroma growing stronger, her breaths coming faster, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She patted the sofa next to her, inviting me to sit. "Come, join me," she said, her voice sultry and inviting. As I walked towards the sofa, I discreetly activated the AI lens integrated into my mask. The lens scanned Jenna's face, and within seconds, a transparent overlay appeared in my field of vision, displaying her real name and other details.