My Name's Blurryface Novels & Stories

A voice sounded indistinctive, I tried to adjust myself to the voice, I forced myself to open my eyes, I was met with the blurry face of the familiar figure in a white lab coat, his black-framed glasses resting on his nose, I blinked rapidly, a sigh escaped my lip. “You can do it, just open those honey Brown eyes for me, take a deep breath and open your eyes, you're good to go,” another familiar voice encouraged, my dopamine level increased a thousand times, it was as if a strong pull snatched me out of what I was feeling because my eyes opened immediately, staring back at six pairs of eyes. “Hello dear, I am sure you recognize me, I've introduced myself a million times to you. How are you d

However, I set aside the whole truth and simply respond, "I don't blame you. But you have to face the world, even when it sucks sometimes." "All the time," he corrects, tearing off the plastic from his frozen pastry and placing it in the toaster. I slide my bowl of chips into the microwave. "Flip your camera," I instruct. With a sigh, Blake rotates the camera, finally showing his face on the screen. His sharp jaw structure, messy brown hair, expressive amber eyes, and a Hobbit T-shirt over checkered boxers come into view. He was once hailed as a ‘classic beauty’ as a child, and that hasn't changed.

Blake asked the face within the sphere. “I’m known as Bob.” The face replied. “Bob,” Blake replied with skepticism. “Yes, Bob, what disappointing that I don’t have a fancy name like Lucifer or Beelzebub? It’s Bob.” Bob replied back. “Just surprising, is all. It’s a very common name.” Blake replied. “So is Blake and Michael, what’s your point?” Bob asked. “None. I guess I was only having an idle conversation with a floating face.” Blake said, turning his attention to Susan with the Staff of Moses.

I wiped my tears, controlled my breathing and hammering heartbeats, and yelled at him, "Yes, I can't see properly because I'm BLIND” .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

There were three scratches there and they were quite deep. "What's your name?" I answered in embarrassment. I felt a burning sensation on my face and I'm sure by now my face must be as red as a tomato. But, I'm grateful that the darkness camouflaged it a bit so I don't have to worry about it. "My name is Ella Felicity Lunarflare." "You have a nice name," he complimented, sounding sincere. He paused for a moment, then spoke again. "Aren't you the one at the river?"

I couldn't figure out what his face looked like, my vision was blurry. "Once there was a Luna name Kevyra! What a nice rhyme." The voice was recognisable to me but what man could be working with these abductors? I rubbed my eyes for the sake of clearer vision but to no avail. Saying that, the rest of the men laughed at what I didn't find amusing a bit. The question was, what is he saying?' Bullshit! The unmasked idiot, bore down to me and stoop down to my level before raising my chin up to level up my eyes with him and this was when I saw that face very clearly. It was unbelievable.

With a smile on my face, I told them that I was Morgan Bliss, the feared, ruthless, and undefeated Mafia. "Never would I have thought that a lady would smoothen me," I said.

He pleaded. I am Sunshine MacBright. Why am I crying? I should just rename myself Gloomy Macdark. "I-I am just so happy Grey Grey. Everything was so beautiful. I am just overwhelmed. I can't even phantom how did I deserve such blessing. All my sheltermates and volunteers will be so happy." I don't know how but Greyson pulled out some tissues and wipes my tears. He got another one and placed it on my nose. "Blow please." He murmured.

One of the employees laughed, “Isn't it? What's even more ridiculous is that someone said before that you look a lot like Mrs Reynold and you both have the surname Smith. Everyone guessed whether you were her relative and knew some inside information.” As soon as this was said someone immediately interrupted. “Okay Mia, stop saying nonsense Miss Smith came back from abroad, how can she have anything to do with that woman?” “That's right there are so many people with the surname Smith in the world, are they all relatives?” Seeing this Amelia didn't want to explain anything to them. When she filmed the video before she deliberately blurred her face. People who knew her naturally recognized her

“It’s not clean, but the angle was decent enough for a partial facial enhancement.” Blair leaned in as he turned the laptop toward her. She squinted at the image. The guy’s face was a blur, but the structure was there—sharp jaw, tight mouth, nose that looked like it had been broken before. Her throat was dry. She tried to focus, tried to breathe. “Do you recognize him?” Roman asked. She stared. Tilted her head and bit the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood. She wanted to say yes. Wanted to be useful.