Man With The Upside Down Face Novels & Stories

The last guy, who fed me the potion, rush to intervened at the new force that paralyzed two of his colleagues in no time. They fight for a short time only as he just got lift, then crushed on the ground with load banging by the man's monstrous strength. As if not satisfied, the burly man continued to beat his face until it was hard to recognize. He opened his hood which got in his way. Platinum blonde hair that's been brushed by the sun show itself. I never got to see his face clearly, but now I know. A high bridge nose paired with a sharp jawline makes him my ultimate type of a man! He truly is beautiful. But that beautifulness is such a contradiction with what he's doing right now.

Finally, my gaze captured the figure leaning against the ceramic wall while folding his arms. He looked quite tall. His light brown hair was neatly combed back. The man wore an all-black suit, the top three buttons of his black shirt were open, showing off his pale skin. The man could be considered handsome, but unfortunately the long scar on his face made him look more like Chucky the doll. Damn. Turns out I didn't recognize the man at all. The man was looking around with a bored expression, but suddenly he turned his face sharply towards us until our eyes met in the mirror. Then the man smiled at me.

The man swung his hand again, and the massive palm imprint whizzed out. Slam! This time, his slap produced a distinct crack of the bone. Blood splashed all over the enormous face. The owner of the enormous face was truly afraid. It withdrew abruptly to hide inside the vortex. "How can you run without paying the price?" The man was domineering. The enormous face had retreated inside the vortex but one-third of its arm was still outside. The man flew upward and raised a hand to conjure another massive palm imprint. The palm imprint grabbed the damaged arm and pulled it down with force.

“Handling the unexpected with such composure… I underestimated you.” I met his gaze evenly. “Underestimate at your own risk,” I replied, voice calm, though my pulse quickened. He smiled faintly, a flicker of genuine admiration in his eyes. “Noted.” Ethan, observing from a few steps away, caught my eye and gave a subtle nod. Victory maintained. Emotional control preserved. ---

The man shook his head plainly. Sotiria observed the man’s face once again. Although he was wearing a mask and she could not see his entire face, judging from the facial features that were exposed to the air, she could tell that he had to be a handsome man with rosy lips and ivory-white teeth. His eyebrows formed a proud, perfect arch above his eyes, which seemed to contain stars, and his expression was cold. More often than not, a man like him would not joke easily.

I then whisked him out and held him floating in the air and I almost gagged due to disgust. The man was short. Very short but he wasn't a dwarf. He was like four feet five and he had the ugliest face I had ever seen. Goodness! It looked as if his face had been run over by a truck, then flattened with a tortilla maker and then fried. It was like the skin of a very sick frog. I know he saw the disgust on my face because he started complaining then forgetting that he was in my arms.

After she set the projector, she went to a corner and stood still like a statue. By the time I turned, the screen was set. Displayed on it was a portrait image of a man. His tanned skin was clear of blemish, with his clean shaved chin exposing the full breadth of his darkened lower lip. His upper lip rested perfectly on the lower one. I could hardly see his eyes because of his red face cap, but overall, the man looked quite . . . serious and manly.

Turning a corner, a shoulder sharply bumps into me, knocking me to the side with enough force to send a packet of pasta falling from my shopping bag. “My bad," I mumble, stooping down to grab the bag from the cobblestones. However, the man I bumped into sweeps down and grabs it before my fingers can even brush the packaging. “You dropped this.” He holds it out to me. I shudder at his ethereal voice before I raise my attention to his face, audibly gasping. He wears a black mask that covers the lower half of his face. All I can see are his duel coloured eyes that stare down at me - one violet and one obsidian black - and a pair of dark eyebrows that match his hair.

I crashed into something in front of me and fell to the ground Cade slipping off my back hitting his head on a rock close by his eyes shutting. I looked up to see a man dressed in black a mask on his face. He bent to my height and tilted his head to the side. "Take this one" the man said and as one of the men who suddenly appeared behind him reached for me I snarled growling at him. "Wait" the man in the mask said as the other man paused. "Look at his eyes, he's a hybrid. You don't see that everyday" the man said squatting down to his haunches scrutinising

the bony-faced man interjected but he wasn't sounding too steadfast this time around. “Just forget about what the boss would think for a moment and take a look at this piece of cake over here. Tell me you don't want to have a bite of her?" The man with a funny face said and that is all what it took for him to convince his companion. “I do want to suck her boobs and drive my cock deep down her throat." “So what's stopping you then? What's stopping us from having fun with her?" Like the devil the odd looking man planted a seed of sin inside all of them.