Lightning Mcqueen Face Novels & Stories

The car, a Bugatti, was filled with his scent. How lucky I am to become a baby mama to this handsome god, I felt proud of myself and for once, I appreciated the night we shared. I stared at his face from the corner of my eyes. He wasn't smiling, he only kept a straight face. Always on a stern expression, always a straight face. His facial expressions and moods are very hard to understand, tell, and predict. As the engine revved back to life, so did my pussy. As the engine vibrated, so did my clit throbbing with blood.

The thought of touching those adorable flowers urged me to step out of the car. "Hey, you okay?" Royce asked. I shifted to where Royce was seated, not knowing that he was already leaning over me; our heads almost collided. "Oops," he said in a wicked smirk with a hint of tease in his voice. Oh, I love to wipe away the smirk on your face. But I refused to voice it out, except I kept looking at Royce's face. This is the second time I looked at his face intently, first when he helped me get through an anxiety attack at the racing track. How could someone be this handsome? Royce's midnight black eyes are beautiful, with thick eyelashes, a pointed nose, and a prominent jawline, which is my favori

The fear that i had felt in that moment almost made my heart stop. I was grateful that I had found him in time, he had taken out a life insurance policy the previous year and had been making installments. He was so ashamed that i had been the one to find him. We kept it as our little secret and then luckily that was the week i met McQueen. I blinked away the traumatic memory and then washed my face and allowed it to air dry. I didn't want to have red-tinged eyes so I put in some eye drops to try and help. After moisturizing my face I looked at my reflection and smiled at myself.

Lucas's fist met the side of his face in a blow so fast neither of them saw it coming. The scream that left Marcus's mouth was not loud enough for Lucas. He wasn't even satisfied when he saw the underside of his jaw leaning far enough to the side of the face to make any human queasy. A small bone had pierced the side of his cheek and was now gleaming wetly. His face was so grotesquely disfigured that were he human, he would have needed reconstructive face surgery. "No", Lucas commanded icily. "You will not speak that word. Understand?"

My heart does a little somersault when I see that he is closer to my window. I see him a little clearly now. The sky is dark, and the storm is getting terrible. Yet he stands there, unfazed, untouched by everything around him. The sky brightens up suddenly with a bolt of lightning, and a second later, thunder crashes loudly. I jerk from the sound, but in the split second of bright light, I catch a glimpse of his eyes. They're dark, soulless, as dark as a bottomless abyss. The remaining half of his face is hidden behind a black face mask.

Maya grabbed some biscuits from the table and threw some at me and some at Naya. "What do you mean?" I asked, pushing one of the biscuits into my mouth. "What Maya is trying to say is that, Dad has a default face and it never changes even when he is in a good mood or bad mood. It's just how he was molded to be," Naya explained, also chewing down on her biscuit. "How then do you now tell the reaction of the King," I frowned, not understanding how someone could have a default face that didn't show any reaction. It was more than weird and it made me doubt if he was truly a werewolf or an alien.

He rose his head back, and proceeded in staring at my face. Lina Royale whistled. “Is something on my face?” I couldn’t help but ask. ​​

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

One of them opened his mouth and was smoking. After a moment of hesitation, Mona Jones asked, "Caspian, these two people are..." "What right do you have to ambush us?" Before Caspian could speak, one of the two suddenly glared and shouted. The man's face had just been hit by the God of Thunder of Caspian. At this moment, his whole face was as black as the bottom of a pot. As a result, when he opened his eyes wide, they looked white and round. He grimaced, which made his white teeth look exceptionally smooth under the moonlight.

"Boy, do you still want to..." Hundred-Face was just about to say a few more words, but before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked down from mid-air and hit him hard on the head. All of a sudden, Hundred-Faced Evil's hair stood on end. His face was burnt black and his robe was shredded into tatters. His mouth, which was talking, could not make any sounds. Instead, it emitted a burst of black smoke. At the same time, another bolt of lightning flashed and landed on the head of the Thousand-Armed Man.