Male Face Claims Novels & Stories

I've been searching for you for a long time, and here you are, living it up! Rick's face turned pale as the man's words sank in. He stared at Susan, his voice shaking. "You're… married?" The burly man glared at Rick, bristling with anger. He pointed a finger at him as though ready for a fight. "Who the hell are you? Are you the guy she's been screwing around with? Did you know she's married? We even have a kid together!"

I will surely get lost on its depth when I stared at it. His shoulders are probably broad and strong, possibly from all the exercises that he is doing. I wonder what he looks like while doing a morning run. Oh! I would really love to caress his hard pure male muscles. I was now twirling my hair as I fangirl over my imaginary mate. But then negative thoughts began piling in. What if he's a Rogue? What if he's already dead? What if he decided to start a family already? The last what if made me frown and a bit antsy.

I stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar. That only made him laugh harder. “Ohhh calm down, Mr. Celibate,” he teased. “Or should I say… frustrated?” “Say that again,” I warned. Julius immediately backed up with both hands raised. “Okay okay! Peace! I value my face. I use it for women.” “Your face scares women,” I shot back. “That’s a lie,” he said proudly. “It attracts them.” I scoffed. “In your dreams.” He grinned. “In your future girlfriend’s dreams too.”

The motherfucker! But when he noticed me looking at his screen, catching onto his obvious lie, he turned to me with a smirk. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. We’re all men here. Don’t tell me you never did something like this before!” “No, I didn’t.” I told him in a deadpan voice. “And I don’t think I ever will.” “Hah!” The man, who seemed to be in his mid-thirties, scoffed. “That’s because you aren’t married yet or your girl is a good one. Mine isn't. Not everyone is as lucky, dude.”

he declares. “Leave me alone,” I assert. I try to rip my arm away, but he holds tight. I see anger flash in his eyes. “You’re a fake, that’s what you are. A fake and a tease!” he accuses. “You think you can flirt with me for the camera and then just walk away?” I’m desperately searching the beach for someone to intervene as the guy drones on. “I’ve heard the rumors, you know. That you’re not really rich, you’re just some backwoods white trash who’s faking it for the internet fame!” he hurls at me.

Displeasure colored his tone. "Who said I'm not married? I am married. I have a wife and a child." The reporter froze and instinctively countered, "But a month ago in our interview, you personally said you were single and unmarried." Gary seemed to be struck hard in the head by this statement. His face instantly went deathly pale. He clutched his forehead in pain, his body swaying. His eyes became chaotic and manic as he muttered to himself, "No, that's not right! I have a wife! I clearly have a wife!"

One of the males, dressed in a flowery suit and hat chuckled with mirth in his flower coloured eyes. “His eyes are so pretty. Remove your mask, pretty please.” The only female among them giggled, with her head doing a perfect “360” as the sounds of her bones cracking could be heard. “He’s strong. I can feel it, that bloody aura.” One of the males muttered, looking at me with keen eyes and a hint of fear. “Bull shit! He is just a prideful bastard who feels the world revolves around him. The only thing I feel from him is disgusting pride!” The tallest one among them hissed. “He’ll certainly humble himself after we make him"happy".”

He inhales deeply through his nose, and I can tell he’s getting frustrated, “I know what a man looks like, Miss Lefebre.” “But as we have established, you didn’t ACTUALLY see what they look like, so if you want me to do my job properly, then presuming the assailant was male simply because of your perception of what male is, is not a reliable statement to go off of.” “Very well,” he says indignantly. “Tell me about this item.”

Ruth inquired, pushing him away slightly. “I got into a fight.” “A fight?” she asked in disbelief, “Boss, CEO, President, billionaire, in a fight?” Her eyes widened, and he laughed. “Is it not allowed?” he asked, thinking he was being cute. “It's not allowed because you're a public figure.” “No, sweetie. My identity is a secret. I am not an influencer or a public figure. I can punch if I want to,” he replied, posing arrogantly. She sighed deeply, “Even so. You're not just some bystander picking fights. Look, your face is ruined.”

Reyes says, waving people off. “He was brazen enough to come here on his own, and expect that nothing would happen? Fuck that, and fuck him! He’s mocking us! US! The best this world has to offer,” a male shouts, as everyone quickly agrees. Goosebumps break out over my skin as there’s a distinct shift in the air. I slowly back up, feeling the testosterone practically blow up like a volcano that’s been waiting for its turn. Kent urges me to turn and run, but it’s also like a train wreck you can’t look away from.