Incredibox Two Faces 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.

She dug her knee into his broken arm and leaned down to his face, pressing a cold blade against his neck. The steel glinted in the dim streetlight. He gulped, his Adam’s apple scraping against the edge. “I-I’m sorry!” “Never show up here again.” Aria’s voice was ice-cold. “Pretend you never saw any of us here. If I find out you blabbed, or if I ever see you again…” With a smooth flick, she sliced off the tip of his left ear. He screamed for a second, but she quickly silenced him by smashing his jaw into the ground.

It was Lucas's gym. That morning at the door, I had promised myself I would never lay eyes on Lucas again, and within three hours, we walked right into him. Lucas was in one of those skin-tight compression shirts that made it clear he lived in this building. He smiled at us. "Bella. No membership fee, did you know that? I use my brother's face, get free access to anything I want here. Smart, right?" He had no idea. Or he did, and he thought it was funny. He used his brother's face to skip a membership. His brother used his face to get inside his brother's wife.

The heavy apartment door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. And suddenly, Maeve was alone. Completely alone in the dark. Her phone buzzed again. Another message. Maeve snatched it up instantly, her eyes scanning the screen. A photograph appeared. It was Max's body—still preserved. Relief washed through her in a sudden, sickening wave. At least one thing hadn't gone wrong yet. At least she still held that card. Another message popped up right beneath the photo: *What now?* Maeve stared at the image of her cousin's husband for a long moment. Then, with steady, cold fingers, she typed back two words:

And both of them yelled "You!!" "You!!"

Ammy was sorely tempted to reach through the bars and pull Damon's waistcoat, slam the alpha's head against the bars but he refrained, choosing patience. Damon raised an eyebrow, smirking and the shadows caressed his handsome, scarred face. It was the first time Ammy had been so close to the alpha since throwing him through the balcony window and Ammy took a moment to take in the damage. He had too many small scars on his face to count, across his forehead, down his neck, scar tissue pulling his lips into a tight, permanent grimace, exposing one long alpha canine.

I can not sit still in my place as nervousness is eating my whole system, I cannot help but bombard Ace with the questions that are running in my head since earlier "Wait! Wait! Wait! Bro, relax! Everything is set here, you do not need to worry about anything here, I already double-checked it, and I assure you that nothing will go wrong, okay? breathe in, breathe out, calm your mind bro" as I repeatedly inhaled and exhaled air as Ace instructed me to do, my system started calming down.

The faces around the mahogany table were stern, wary, and highly expensive. ​Andrea, however, was sublime. She did not waver. She launched straight into the threat, delivering a performance of such cold, controlled outrage that it commanded attention. ​“Gentlemen, ladies, Julian Vos is attacking us,” she began, her voice cutting through the silence. “As you know, the planning for the London Exchange Tower has been a major success. But this morning, a highly sensitive structural directive—regarding the new Accelerated Core-Jacking System—was illegally accessed and potentially leaked to the press.”

he added suddenly, and I did not like his tone at all. "What else, and why do you have that look on your face?" I questioned, already dreading the thought of what could be making him make that face. "You need to see this for yourself," he replied before walking toward me. He played a video on his phone as soon as he was in front of me, and when I recognized who was in that video, my jaw dropped to the floor in complete disbelief.

“So, where are we now…” I clenched my fists when he spoke. Just by looking at his face, I couldn't stop but remember all the things he did to me in the past. His face also reminds me of my asshole ex-husband Drake. They might have a different identity, but what they did to me has no difference at all. “Where's my phone, Maximus?” I asked, my voice is as cold as the snow wind. Maximus sighed, and kept on walking until he finally reached his desk.