Lightning Mcqueen Face Novels & Stories

Then I bit him — gently, the soft skin above his left nipple — and he hissed. “Sloane—” “Shut up. I’m cataloguing.” I moved up. My hands found his face. I squeezed. Both hands. Both cheeks. Squishing his face between my palms until his lips pushed out and his jaw compressed and he looked like something between a startled fish and a disgruntled cherub. “I hate this face,” I said. He tried to talk. Couldn’t, because I was compressing his entire lower jaw. His eyes — hazel, stupidly beautiful, framed by lashes that should have been illegal — just watched me. Patient. Amused. Devastatingly fond.

Warning. “What?” Simy’s voice cracked. “You think the police won’t ask questions if she’s seen? You think people won’t talk? She’s not—” He stopped. He didn’t say _human_. Not after the webbing. Beatrice didn’t hear them. Not really. She was watching Hector’s face. Up close, with firelight on it, his features were sharper. Jaw cut clean. The small scar above his left eyebrow. The way his lashes were dark against green eyes. The way his mouth pressed tight when he was thinking.

His silver-grey eyes alight with mischief. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I reply, suppressing a thousand butterflies about to break free in my tummy at the look on his gorgeous face. It’s still hard for me to believe that this beautiful, powerful lycan is mine. “Are you telling me that you didn’t enjoy it, Sunshine?” he nibbles my ear. I shriek out and laugh. That tickles. I peek out to see if any neighbors are looking in the car at us.

I would have loved to see the expression on his face when he found out, but that didn't happen. The door to the room flung open, revealing a Mike who I could barely recognize. His face looked quite swollen and puffy. More like he had been bashed to a pulp. He raised his head, our gaze meeting almost at once. “Long time no see Sophia. Oh my bad, You are the Lycan queen now.” He gave a mock bow, a sinister grin on his face. “You are right. I am the Lycan queen and you would address me respectfully.”

“Perks of being the owner. Nobody can fire me.” “Can you believe that?” That’s when he turned to face me. His eyes ran over my features and I knew the instant he saw it. The look on his face changed completely. The easy calm was gone, replaced by something else. “What happened to your cheek?” His voice wasn’t lazy anymore. It was low, almost a snap. I turned my head towards the windshield. “It’s nothing. Just forget it.” “No,” he shot back. “Not forgetting it. Someone hit you.”

Chloe was walking beside him and she shook her head in disapproval but the smile on her face tells me, how much she adores him and his crack head energy. "Hello, Mr. Crack head," I teased back which made him roll his eyes at me. As we reach the parking lot, I could see that Jake already waiting for me near his car. It was a black Mercedes. "Look, Shorty, if he tried anything, you are telling me right away, okay." He stopped me and bent to my height and told me as if, I was a toddler. "Fine," I grumbled at him. "Very good, now give me that ugly smile of yours," he made goofy faces, which made me burst out laughing. No matter how annoyed he makes me, he put on a big smile on my face at the end

I told her. "Arghhhhhhhhhh!" My hands quickly flies to cover my ears... Now I know how sensitive my ears really are. Miss Damien and Joyce also cover their ears as Micah continues screaming... I told you guys, he'd scream the roof off. He stops and runs his fingers through his face.. combing his hair with his fingers. "F**k! What happened to my face?! Why did I end up like this?! I look so hideous!! Can this be the end of my life?! I'm dying!! I'm dying!! My face, I....."

before turning away from Chrysler and addressing me. I didn't say anything or even grin. He sulked and pouted, "You're so cruel." "What?" says Chrysler, who seemed to have awoken as well. He turned to face me as soon as he awoke after asking. As he regarded me, his brow furrowed. His dark eyes complemented his very black and long cropped hair. Both males have prominent noses, are extremely attractive, and stand tall due to their long legs. "Is she memorizing us?" Greyson asked Chrysler in a whisper. Did he think I wouldn't hear him? I rolled my eyes.

For a moment, the entire world seems to stop. The floodlights from the excavation pit blaze across the pier, illuminating the second car like a spotlight on a stage. And inside the driver’s seat—a man slumps forward against the steering wheel. Marcus squints, then slowly exhales. “Well. That’s… extremely not good.” My heart hammers violently. “Why?” Marcus doesn’t answer immediately. Because he’s still staring at the face inside the car. The face I recognize too. The face that shouldn’t exist anymore.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."