My Name's Blurryface Novels & Stories

I mopped off the sweat that had covered my brows. Today was a different one. I had flashes of things I couldn't understand. Sometimes when I look at the vanity mirror, I see a blurry image, very unclear. I try to refocus, to see the image properly, but I always ended up with a splitting head that makes me feel like ripping off my head.

A new different world appeared in a second. It was me.. and.. Her- my mate? I can't see her face, it's blurry. I moved over and slowly brought my hands, trying to grip the- her? I could feel her, she's real? She turned with a blurry smile, one I could recognize in a heartbeat. I knew who that smile belonged too. No one else smiled like that, the little cut below her lips. It can't be. "A..ri..Ari..Arielle?" I called out and her smile fell, slowly, irking me out.

Menessa added "I know right? It wasn't that great at first. Had to get a Pro to fix it. My disguise option has to be good you know, not some facemask and face cap type of disguise" "But you know that you look cuter without it, right." "Stop sounding like this Bar Lady I met sometime ago…what's her name again?...umm…umm…Mrs Grey. Yeah, that's right, Mrs Grey. She wanted me to shave off my precious mustache"

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.

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 ❤️

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.

I closed my eyes for couple of seconds, and I started crying cause I was feeling a bit overwhelmed , and he spoke; "Please don't cry .You are alive and that's all that matters." I lifted my head , wiped my tears and looked at him again. He was that guy who was everywhere I was during the Fitness expo conference . He was the same dude who I saw at the club and the market ... Needing clarity I asked an apt question; "Who are you ?" "I was the guy you were sitting next to. I'm glad you came around. My name is Aaron Brooks." I locked eyes with Aaron and he was looking at me with blood shot red eyes and he couldn't stop staring.

I tried to open my eyes but it hurt. My head was aching. I growled and tried to adjust my sight. I opened them and my vision was blurry. I saw a set of fingers pointing at my face and my face felt warm. I got up at once and gasped. " Calm down." He said. " Miles?" " Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked and I sighed. I touched my face and it was smooth. If I could remember vividly, Aiden's girlfriend smashed my face on a car window because of some fucked up reasons. I picked my phone and stared at my reflection on my selfie camera, there were no bruises at all.

My lid was half-open half close, I wanted to lay my head somewhere if he could be another man I would have laid my head on his chest, but he is blake Jensen! "That man," then he looked at a corner in a distance, there were a lot of people dancing with girls around them. As they were poles and girls were pole dancers. My vision was not clear. It was all blurry, I was tempted to the ground, and my voice was slurry too. "Can't you say the name!!! You are such an idiot," and then I giggled. I started giggling, with no idea I was doing it in the first place, maybe tequila was getting on my nerves,