Invisible Guy Hotel Transylvania Face Novels & Stories

His face was however masked. "How have you been, Venita?" The figure asked. Now that he was closer and his voice discernible, it all sounded familiar. It couldn't be. I had to be sure. "I take it you might have forgotten the voice." He reached for his mask and took it off. Squinting my eyes, I tried to make out the face as it wasn't easy to recognize at first glance. His face looked really different 'cause of the burn. The skin was all red and shiny, like melted wax. Their eyes were kinda small now, and his nose was sort of twisted. His eyebrows were kinda gone, and the hair on his head looked patchy like it got singed. The lips seemed tighter. When he tried to smile, it looked kinda straine

Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap. After a moment of silence, I parted my forehead from his chest and hoisted my head up to look at him. His eyes were closed as his chest rose and fell in rhythm. Despite his closed lids and soft breathing, I knew he was still awake. I can't help but scan his features. He also looked much younger when he didn't have that cold look plastered on his face. I have never seen anyone as handsome as Ivan is. Everything about him screams perfection. Only if his nature was as perfect as his facial features. This man is a terrifying beast under that angelic face.

I put my hands on his chest and pulled my face a little back so that I don't have to face his nasty one. "You got so-...." I frowned and snapped my head to the right only to find that blonde guy who was new in our street standing with his hands in a fist as he glared at the scar face. "Let the girl go." He yelled and my eyes widened. Oh no! He shouldn't get in this. He is new here so he doesn't know what kind of monsters these men are. Everyone looked at him from head to toe...some looked at him in shock, some in amusement and the man holding me down was looking at him with his usual cold gaze.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Prince Novak said with a panty-drop smile. I stare at the man right in front of me. A dashing smile on his face. His long slick hair tied in a ponytail shine under the sun that came through the window. He was tall and slim. His face paler than snow and his hazel eyes glint with gold. Was he lusting for me? The Asian traits played nicely on his face. The almond eyes, just like a cat’s eyes, made an attractive sight to see. It was unusual to see a vampire with hazel eyes, especially if he’s Asian. Likewise, his pink, plump lips were tempting.

In the end, the handsome vampire had to go into the alleys and accept a detour to return home. The first thing he did when he entered the house was to go to Lucasta's room and blow out the scented candle. The human girl was still sleeping and didn't know what her brother had just encountered. Seeing her still peacefully closing her eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. Out of habit, he adjusted the blanket on her body even though it was still neatly placed. That chubby face like a dumpling made him unable to restrain himself. He gently bent down and gently kissed her beautiful forehead.

He wore a dark hoody and gloves, his hair, if he had any, was fully covered by a dark green face cap and he wore a face mask. I couldn't stop see the inside of his the van, it was facing the road. He closed the door of the trunk with a hand, the other hand held the basket. He walked up to the gate and rang the bell. He glanced around as he waited, pausing as he found the camera. My blood ran cold as he looked directly into the camera. I couldn't see his full face just his eyes but I could tell he was smiling. I didn't recognize him. His build wasn't familiar neither were his eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing in here?" Ivan froze. His eyes widened in genuine panic. He hadn’t expected this. His hand flew to his face, where a black ski mask was pulled down. He'd managed to pull it off in shock, just a little. Seeing his full face—the scar by his eyebrow, the flat, cold eyes—confirmed it. Ivan. He tried to bolt, to shove past me to the open stall door. I shifted, blocking his path, still holding the knife out. "Don’t you move! I said, what the fuck are you doing in the ladies’ room?"

Still not being able to see his face from the good he was wearing stepped closer trying to see him more clearly. “It’s ok Princess. You don’t have to be nervous, I’m Hades and you.” He said in a melodic accent taking his hood off to shake his hand, he smiled showing small dimples form at the ends of his cheeks with his fangs popping out with. He had his black hair with streaks of white flopping as with every word he spoke.Not noticeable for some or at least for me, he hard a 2 cracks like a cement bolt on the right side of his face no longer than the other almost touching his eyebrows.

He turned his head slowly and realized that Gavin was standing there smoking a cigarette. The man unbuttoned his shirt, making him look different than usual. Nina was stunned, for some reason at this time in her eyes the figure of this man was very cool. Depney says he's about to turn 35, but his face looks like he's still 25. "He's a vampire huh? Why is his face so youthful?" she thought. Unknowingly, he stared at Gavin until he barely blinked. Gavin, who realized that Nina was watching him, turned to him with the same expression, cold and flat.