Killer One Piece Face Novels & Stories

Face? His name is Luan and he is a crazy lunatic. He has sharp yet thick masculine features with a vertical scar on his right jaw. He looks like a devil, a mentally ill person who smiles while ripping his prey apart. His eyes glow when he sees blood and they shine in absolute craziness when he sees her. Even the thought of him liking her scares her to oblivion. The thought of him always watching her. He will chase you with a smile so evil you might wish to fall down a cliff rather than die with his hands. And the day he stops smiling will be the day humanity will beg for mercy.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

You guys went around poking the bear so don't complain when it came out attacking all of us. Iori realized that she was standing up and glaring at Kurosaki-san who was staring at her wide eyes and leaning back on her seat. Jun was watching her with a wide grin on his face while Kajima was opening and closing his mouth like a fish not knowing how to deal with the outburst. Kimiko was nowhere to be seen...

Her companion shows no fear, he isn't going to spill what he knows. The man with the slice mark on his face can't hold his patience any longer hence he plunges the iron bar hard onto Kian's face. The latter grits in pain, keeping his courage intact but when he can't hold it any longer, he blows a loud "Ahhhhhhhrg".

Jaxson sat down with a sketch pad and finished his description of the killer he described. "Is this the guy who you saw kill Rachel?" Jaxson asked showing him the sketch. Ricky shook his head. "No, he's scarier looking than that. His hair isn't neat and he's got a Khal Drogo kind of face." "Khal Drogo?" "Haven't you seen GOT douchebag?" Klaus yanked Ricky's head back, making him pant out in fear. "I'm sorry? What did you just say? You arrogant little fish face."

the figure spoke with distaste “Once again who are you, what do you want? And who is this Jhin you’re looking for?” Marcel asked him again “So you’re telling me you don’t know your own name?" the figure replied The unknown man stepped forward and Marcel saw that what the man looked like. Well calling him a man was an understatement seeing as he was just the same age as him wearing a black hoodie zipped up to his neck with the hood on his face, he was wearing some expensive looking pants with black boots on his feet. Marcel looked at the part of his face that was visible before the stranger pulled the hood down and it was shocking because his face was littered with scars from his forehead do

Gami cast a spell across the room, then sat down on her bed. "I will let you go now," he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" Claire said with wide eyes. Claire was surprised when Gami removed her hood. That was the first time he could see the full face of the soul reaper. He had a small beautiful face. Cold-dark eyes accentuated with long eyelashes. Pointed cute nose. Pale smooth skin and of course, its narrow and red lips. All in all, Gami is very handsome. His face is gentle but not the eyes. Good and evil argue in his aura. And Claire couldn't understand why after a long time they were together, Gami showed his face only now.

His face is still impassive even as I faintly hear snickering around the bridge. Keyan is an older Galdrian with a pale blue skin color. His face is completely covered in darker freckles, wrinkles and a long dark green beard speckled with grey. His clean shaven, freckled head shines in the faint light of the bridge. Keyan always says that one day he woke up and all his hair had fallen from the top of his head down to his chin and never came back. He always knows how to lighten the mood on the bridge, and he always does it with a straight face.

Calling me by name without any honorifics," A stern and cold voice came from a helicopter right before them. The door opened, and an islander slowly walked out. It was a man with white hair and beard. His figure was thin and even looked sickly, definitely not the figure of a tough man. However, when one looked at him, one would feel his eyes in pain as if being seared by staring directly at the sun. His face also seemed a little strange. Half of it looked like that of a child, while the other half was completely withered. The powerful contrast made those who looked at him feel a chill in their bones and uncomfortable. When Kenta saw that figure, he could not help but shudder. "It's him. It r

“Are you Hayate?” Hayate nodded. “Yes. I’m Hayate.” Jai stared at him up and down. This man had orange eyes and dark hair, and a big scar on the right side of his face. The dark top and dark grey camo pants, along with dark boots that looks durable and tight. These clothes don’t make him look like a kidnapper, nor his face. Jai doesn’t know how to describe his face, but Hayate sure a good looking guy. But something made Jai frown. ‘Isn’t Hayate a ginger?’