Novel & Cerita Krillin Has No Nose

"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

I tilted my head up slightly, drawn to a single apple that stood out among the rest that perched high on a steep branch, glowing a deep, vibrant red. “Do you want some?” The voice startled me slightly. I blinked and tore my gaze away from the apple, then glanced down to my side where Krill stood. “If you do, I’ll get it,” he offered. “We might be leaving soon… better not,” I replied. “We’re not leaving yet,” he answered. Then, without waiting for a response, he began walking toward the tree. When he reached the base of the tree, he barely paused. In one fluid motion, he leapt upward, catching hold of a thick branch. With a strength that seemed almost effortless, he pulled himself up and stoo

he continued after a pause and a flying cucumber strategically smacked on his nose before I walked out of the tent with the salad bowl. “Dre ! What happened to your nose, baby ? Why is it bleeding ?” Xeon asked worriedly before rushing to his mate and wiping away the blood. “Bitch - broke - it,” Dre tersely replied before snatching the salad bowl from me roughly and letting Xeon feed him. “And you are welcome for the salad,” I sarcastically said. “Fuck off,” Dre growled with his mouth full. As if. Huh. Kyler kept staring at me all this while with a raised eyebrow but the weirdest part was that his claws were dug deep inside the log on which he sat as if he was trying to control something.

And reluctantly, I did as he asked, choosing to look at his nose instead for I was feeling way too shy to look directly into his eyes. "My eyes are up here, baby," he said, sounding a little amused. "I know. But I'm looking at your nose right now. You have a very beautiful nose," I muttered, staring intently at said nose. It really was beautiful, perfectly straight. No blackheads, either. "Well, thank you. Can't say anyone's ever complimented my nose before," he answered, sounding like he was trying really hard not to laugh. I nodded absent mindedly. "They haven't? That's actually kind of rude of them. Beautiful things must be appreciated. Don't worry, nose, I'm here for you," I told his nos

Brian said, narrowing his eyes at the strange material, "this is charred in a way like it was melting as you can tell by the hardened parts forming from the ends unlike skin which would burn like meat without solidifying like this." They finally got their answer when the captain turned over her pen and a raised surface from the material popped up like it was getting inflated. "Is that a nose?" came Director Lang. "Yes," responded Claire. " A plastic nose," concluded Brian, "It's a mask!" "What was the name of the convict again?" asked Captain Claire. "Kristina Jokovic."

Marc asked “Not really,” she muttered, Marc nodded, they both sat in silence, their scents swirling around them even if for Marc, her scent was marred with ointments which were stinging his nose, but he didn’t care. Klara glanced up to the tall man, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, he was stunning to look at. His straight nose was the perfect size, and his pale pink lips were slightly parted. She found herself staring at those lips and she wasn’t sure why...

He sat softly beside the bed and all I could see where the back of his handsome legs. He had black slim sneakers on but but I couldn't see his legs cause he wore a black thick leather trousers. It made me wonder why such a god-looking guy would be so crazy and mysterious. I suddenly heard a sniff and I paused. Everything took a pause in my mind as I made meaning out of what I just heard. A sniff? I just heard a f***king sniff from King Lee??! Geez! Was he crying?🤣 This is hilarious. I tried so hard not to laugh and luckily, he didn't sniff again.

Killian snatched the glass and placed it on the counter faster than I could register, as if he had some kind of superhero-like reflexes. I spun around, finding him standing less than a foot away… and shirtless. I cleared my throat, forcing my gaze not to fall to his naked chest and abdomen. “Could you make sounds when you walk? You know, normal people do that.” A boyish grin appeared. “I'm not normal people.” I rolled my eyes. “Then cough or announce yourself from the hallway, not whisper to my ear as if to give me a heart attack.” He chuckled. “Oh, but I think you enjoy my whispers.”

I demanded. He frowned and looked at the body on the floor before he spoke. "It has no smell." "What?" I asked. "The body does not have a scent...which is very odd." He squatted down beside the body taking a closer look. I sniffed with my hypersensitive nose and truth be told, there was no smell coming from it. I could smell the grass, I could literally taste the rustling leaves of the trees and I could also perceive the cold wet dew in the air but not the body.

Shelby asks as she folds her arms across her chest, studying Reece like he’s a science project. “No. He won’t need a prosthetic for his nose. It is already big. We could make it smaller by shaving it down with some dark contouring,” Kelly offers. Reece puts a hand to his nose. “Shave my nose? As in cut it?” We're all watching, holding in our laughter.