Man With The Upside Down Face Novels & Stories

He extended his hand as though inviting them to turn around and look at the man with him. Both Cornelius and Baldwin turned around aggressively but their feet paused, and jaw dropped as they saw the face under the mask. The man with mask was waiting patiently for his moment as he placed his hand on the mask, without taking it off, watching the two madmen as they rushed to question Caleb with a faint smile.

Which his two legs on top of something and leaning his back on a softback of a chair. But Yman could not see the man's face, because his head that was facing the ceiling was covered by a straw hat. The shirt he was wearing slightly loose up to his chest where the bulging naked stomach as round as ball in full view. And a diety was comfortably cushioning on top of it. "Mhm..." Yman just nodded with a little deep sound to his throat. Emphasizing his appreciation from the greeting.. "???" On the contrary, Sistela floated near the man while question marks floated above her head as she was staring at the man and his deity with doubt.

I had to tilt my head back hard to look up at their faces. The man had a mean hard face. He had a deep, jagged scar that ran from his temple down the side of his cheek. He was wearing dark, dirty clothes and he smelled like old cigarettes and sweat. His eyes were cold and completely empty, I knew immediately I had never seen this man before in my life.

However, before her hips could hit the rocky ground, a strong, fair-skinned hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, supporting her weight with remarkably quick reflexes. Ziyi was startled, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she looked up, and her eyes immediately collided with the man's eagle-like gaze. The two of them froze in that position, staring at each other in a silence that suddenly seemed to solidify around them for quite some time. Ziyi frowned, realizing that something was unusual. The man's facial features were incredibly sharp—a strong jawline, a prominent nose, and remarkably defined cheekbones. He was clearly not of Chinese descent, but rather a foreigner who had someh

"I traveled through time accidentally and fell onto the roof of your house. Do you believe that?" The man did not answer. Silvia endured the pain in her feet and climbed up by supporting herself with the help of the wall. With the faint moonlight, she finally saw his face clearly. It was a good-looking face. It was not the kind of face that will mesmerize a woman immediately, but he was definitely attractive. However, the person looked gloomy, as if he was going to beat someone up. "Sorry to disturb you! I'm very sorry." She smiled at him and said to him in a friendly tone, "How do I head downstairs?"

"I'm fine." Having received her affirmation, he carefully checked again before he was relieved. James raised his head and looked back through the rearview mirror. He found that the sports car had also stopped three or four meters away from their car. He frowned and was about to get off the car when he saw the car coming back upside down. Two seconds later, the sports car stopped by their car, and the driver's seat was parallel to theirs. As the window rolled down, James saw a man in a flower shirt, with yellow hair and a pair of sunglasses and a mask on his face looking at him.

Chapter 1️⃣ Three (3) Years Later: Khyrador Palace Throne Room: Two men were kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear as they stared at the man seated on the throne. But he wasn't sitting normally. Oh no. He was upside down, his feet touching where his head was supposed to be while his head, which was resting where his ass should have been, stared straight forward at the two men. His dark eyes narrowed dangerously and his white teeth were razor sharp and scary, but somehow they looked perfect in his impossibly handsome face.

"Did you remember anything else? Anything that could give us a clue about who this man is?" I nodded recalling the images I saw. "I think the Faceless Man is part of the medical team," I said. "I saw an underground lab, samples across some table and a tunnel leading to it. I also saw all these symbols." I pointed behind me to the pinned cardboard on the wall where I made sketches of the images and he looked over my shoulder. "... but I didn't see his face." Alaric let out a ragged breath before moving towards the board. I followed suit.

"All these okada men will just be doing anyhow. When you need them, they will be shunning you. When you don't need them, they'll be calling you like as if no o, they will carry you for free." I chuckled and sh sent me a glare which nade me laugh. "God, you're facial expressions are so comical." I said, between laughs. She tried glaring at me again but broke into a shy smile. "Lemme joor." I chuckled and waved down an oncoming bike. The bike man stopped, he was a thin dark man with a bushy black beard and equalky bushy hair. He wore a thick cheap black parka despite the heat, a pair of brown trousers and a pair of green flipflops.

In an elsewhere. The man sat on the sofa, his hand stroking the black pearl of the necklace around his neck, looking at the photograph on the table. Not knowing what he was thinking, the smile suddenly turned extremely gentle. So, the face with a long scar also becomes softer, no longer so scary. This is clearly a perfect face. Charming and captivating at the same time. Unfortunately, a long horizontal scar has made a beautiful flower-like face more devilish. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Soon, another man spoke again. On his body was a straight suit, exalting his slim and powerful figure.