Man With The Upside Down Face Novels & Stories

“Walked around the city bragging about killing some kids. Is that right?” The man’s nickname definitely suits him. He has an impressive nose - it’s broken and crooked, which gives him a grotesque appearance. And he looks stupid. The lights are on, but no one’s home. Young, maybe in his mid- to late twenties, thin lips, and a square face. I hang my jacket up and unbutton my cuffs, slowly rolling the sleeves up to my elbows as I keep my eyes on the man. He’s not bright enough to be scared... yet.

amused. Then he did something unexpected. He reached up, gripping the edge of his mask, and tore it off. The face beneath was young—mid-twenties, maybe—but hard, sharpened by experience and war. His skin was pale beneath the dim lights of the hallway, his cheekbones sharp, and his lips curved into a smirk that didn’t reach his cold, glowing eyes.

I was stunned. The man in front of me wore a mask that covered half of his face. His golden eyes sparkled like stars in the darkness. His eyes were dark and cold. Although half of his face was obscured by a silver mask, the other half was as perfect as a picture of Vincent van Gogh's starry night sky.

he whispered under his breath. A man appeared on the screen, his face filled with scars and blemishes. He was the same guy from the picture. A heavy beard covered his jaw and his long, scruffy red hair was tied at the back. His eyes sent a shiver of disgust down my spine while he showed off his filthy grin on the screen.

Is that because you’d been raised in an ugly environment and received ugly treatment to make your face ugly? ZZUP! At the same time, one of the trio met their end, blood splattered everywhere. It was a short man with a bulky body. His neck was slit clean by the sharp object and his heart was crushed by the compact punch. It happened so fast that their eyes couldn’t follow. The man sprawled back on the ground with his eyes wide open, shocked. That was his last moment, they presumed. [Man… if you were remotely handsome, I would spare your handsome face. That man has a fuckable face. It’s pitiful that Dionysus is not here.]

They saw that each of their faces did not change at all. They looked extremely calm. The man in the lead turned to look at somewhere in the air. A middle-aged man's figure stood in the air. His clothes fluttered in the wind, appearing extremely tall and imposing. However, his face was slightly pale, as if he was seriously injured. "Ahem..." As expected, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his eyebrows and coughed twice. What shocked everyone was that although this guy was seriously injured, none of them had found him just now.

She made the man lie with all her might. "God!" She cover her mouth when she finally saw his face. The man was very handsome. She couldn't help but stare at him. How did this adonis end up on their island? The shape of his face is so perfect. His eyebrows will thicken. The nose is piercing, so you will probably be stabbed for sure. Have also a double eye-lid combo. Moles on his lower lip, above his right nostril, and under his right eyelid near his waterline.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

"We aren't alone and very soon, the man we're with will come searching for us." He cocked his head in her direction. "Do you think I care?", the faceless man replied. He rolled back his shoulders, relieving some unseen tension in them before bringing a hand up to his head, pulling the hood off and revealing his face. He looked like a villain straight out of a comic book with a large, jagged scar running from his right eyebrow, across this eye and right down to his jaw. The spot where his right eye once was had been replaced by a gaping hole.

He was going to follow through. I had to get out. I had to keep my baby safe. I cracked my eyes open, squinting against the harsh light. My vision adjusted. A tall man stood at the other end of the room, hands stuffed in his pockets, his back to me. And there, hanging upside down, was a man covered in blood. Swollen eyes. Busted lips. His entire face was a mess. But his eyes. Green. Just like mine. He was staring at me.