Novel & Cerita Freckle Face Shawn

she continued. Immediately, Shawn creased his forehead as he remembered that time. It was before Eeicka disappeared and ran away from home. She has never mentioned this to him before but whenever he remembers that time, he couldn't help but frown, rage filling him slowly. "That shameless bitch" he muttered to himself. Ericka, who heard those words escape his lips couldn't believe the reaction on his face. It looked like he was disgusted the most in the world that his face would scrunch like that.

I giggled, picking up another cheese ball with steadied hands, steadied nerves, and a steadied mind. Just when the tasty ball sank into the wetness of my mouth, Shawn stormed into my room. He looked like an angered dragon, his chest heaving so violently it seemed smoke was literally blowing from his nose and ears. I had never seen him this far gone. His face was a terrifying mask of contorted rage—his eyes were bloodshot and bulging, his jaw was set so tight the muscles in his neck were popping like over-strained cables, and his nostrils flared with every ragged breath.

, The one who was floundering on the ground, screeched out. His face was all red and he was stupidly rubbing the burning surface all over his face. Before l could try to spray him again, the one called Shawn , smacked the bottle out of my palm, leaving me defenseless once again. I bit down on my tongue hard as I tried to dodge his fists that were coming to me.

The thought of offering up my face—my beauty—to that monster made his skin crawl. “Why not?” Selene challenged. Shawn didn’t answer. But he had no idea—I was already planning something far, far more dangerous. **********

Jason I felt myself get pulled away as if a hand reached from across the galaxy and grabbed me by the back of the shirt. It’s all so fast that before my mind can process what’s happening I popped up in front of Shawn. His face says it all. He’s a strong muscular man, the kind you would avoid at a bar. His face was always serious and his dark black eyes were always in cased with dark circles from the lack of sleep. His bright blond hair was a mess and I swear there were streaks of red in them today. He was wearing a black skin tight shirt that accentuated his muscles showing most of his colorful tattoo on his arm.

Winnie responded obediently, "Yes, yes, Mr. Wood." "Tell me, when did you get your face done?" Shawn sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his posture relaxed and lazy. There was no hint of a smile in those deep eyes. "It was a year ago… I spent half a million dollars and gave Gale's photo to the doctor, letting him change my face to this. I recovered for more than half a year. Then, the wound on my face healed, and I was able to see people," Winnie replied truthfully.

NAMUMULA ang mukha ni Yesha habang hindi makapaniwala sa nangyayari. Bakit ba kasi ito nagpapagala-gala?! Hindi ba ito aware na may kasama siyang babae? "Fvck!' mabilis na tumalikod si Shawn dahilan para maita niya ang pang-upo nito. Ghad! Nakakabaliw ito! Yesha, think! Paganahin mo ang utak mo! "Don't fvcking stare at my butt!"

, The one who was floundering on the ground, screeched out. His face was all red and he was stupidly rubbing the burning surface all over his face. Before l could try to spray him again, the one called Shawn , smacked the bottle out of my palm, leaving me defenseless once again. I bit down on my tongue hard as I tried to dodge his fists that were coming to me.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

"Put some bloody clothes on." Greyson laughed and walked off, only to appear again seconds later with shorts on. Indianna couldn't help but peek at his abs. He had a clear eight pack and his muscle defined chest was littered with tattoos. Indianna hadn't noticed before but when Greyson's dark hair wasn't styled up in a quiff it was rather long and currently it was all pushed back from his face in a messy manner with wisps of fringe dangling in front of his eyes. "Take a picture, sugar, it'll last longer," Greyson smirked and Indianna narrowed her eyes at him.