Man With The Upside Down Face Novels & Stories

The upper half of his face was covered by a bat-shaped mask. “I must say, it’s not every day I see a girl drinking a Negroni.” She humored the man with a smirk. “And I must say, the only other person I know who drinks a Whiskey Manhattan is my father.” His laugh was deep and rich. “Well, I suppose I can come off as worse things than being fatherly.” She tilted her seat towards him. The dimness in the room could only give away so much, but his dark brown eyes, strong jawline and sensuous, smiling lips indicated he was a more than attractive man. Early thirties at the oldest, based on his lean frame.

And to my delight, they confirmed that the man was fortunately still alive but he needed immediate medical attention. I accompanied the authorities up until they brought the man to the hospital. While we were in the ambulance, I observed the face of the man. He was still young, probably the same age as me. He was masculine with how sturdy his chest is, I think that he is so active with the gym. By the look of his face, he looks like a model. He is handsome. I can’t deny it and this made me wonder why he would do what he did. With that face of him, luck must be on his way. As cliche as it will be, I know that in life, those with pleasant faces are the ones who sometimes succeed in life. As I

Just then, someone grabs him and flips his hand around, pouring the wine down his body instead, twists the hand behind him and pushes him to the ground. "Ah!" The man yells in obvious pain as I jump off my stool, startled by everything that's happening so damn fast. "Are you okay ma'am?" The man, with his face down, asks. "Yes, thank you very much sir." He looks up and his eyes meet mine. I hold back a breath. He is breathtakingly handsome in an effortless way, with a face that has been sculpted by god himself, the collarbone visible through his shirt, every muscle in every right place and the eyes, the one looking at me.

She asked in a coy manner that made her baff a million times mentally. “Oh? I can't do that if it is for a beauty like yourself.” The man said, before he removed his mask. “It is surely better than that scum hanging from the tree!” Alitalia almost punched him on his face when she saw it. The man's nonsensical monstrous face holds no candle to Dante's divine ones. “M…mate…” she forced out from the back of her throat with wobbling lips and dilated eyes that filled with even more tears at the passing second. “M…mate.”

He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me. Now was my chance! My hands shot up, and I yanked the mask off his face. “Ryan! It really is you!” I gasped. His expression shifted to one of shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to figure it out. The smile he’d worn moments before disappeared, replaced by panic. “Elizabeth… I…” His usual confidence crumbled as he stood there, exposed. The commanding presence he had hidden behind the mask vanished entirely. I couldn’t help but think it really was him as I stared into his eyes, but wait, his eyes were brown now. How could they have been black before?

Down the dark side Osun State 10/4/2030 Noon “What do you want?” The man addressed them. He towered over them with his tall and muscular figure. The man had two huge scars running down his left eye. What was more disgusting about his left eye socket? It held no eye!

A cool breeze with a floral fragrance swept upon them, making them feel refreshed. “Who are you people?” A cold, icy voice asked… A young bald man dressed in a black tunic suit appeared from the opposite side of the woods… There was a long, striking, red scar in the center of the man’s face. The scar extended from the left side of his face to the right side of his face. It made him seem extremely fierce. From the time they got onto this island until now, they had not met anyone.

In order to survive, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! It's just a handstand!" Then, they watched as the chubby man walked to a wall. Then, he placed his hands on the ground and kicked his legs up! Suddenly, the lower part of his body was in the air, and his legs were leaning against the wall. When the women saw that, they were stunned. They didn't expect him to actually know how to do a handstand. They finally understood why he liked telling others to do that now. Marsh's face was already red in the first place. Since he was upside down at that moment, his face became redder. He looked like a ripe tomato!

He lifted me in his arm and my head dangled. I saw the face of another man, probably one of the wolves with an upside-down view just as the world completely faded around me.

Tap… Tap… Slide… Tap… Like something clinging to the wall. We turned our flashlights. And what we saw never left me. A man. Skinny — skeletal. Wearing old hospital clothes. Eyes too large. Too white. Like someone who hadn’t seen light in years. He was stuck to the wall. Not standing. Upside down. Head down. Feet up. Like a spider. And he was staring at us. Laughing. A mad laughter that echoed in every corner.