Novel & Cerita My Name's Blurryface

This person wants her to do according to his plan. “I don’t want you to look pathetic in our small movie Crimson Blade. We are currently ‘live’ on YT. What do you think will be the viewer's reaction when they saw your face more clearly? What do you think will the authorities will do when they will see the real face of Crimson Blade that they have a hard time finding? Laugh.” Zitrey eyes widened, ‘Who is it?’ she was so sure whoever it is already heard everything of their conversation. In the next few seconds, her question was answered.

I ask, my eyes fall unto the mirror which reflect me right now. "Damn." I whisper lowly to myself, my hair looks like it's been through some electromagnetic waves, mascara taints my cheeks with the streaks of tears as an exception. My lips are cracked, my eyes bloodshot red and pieces of crust in my eyelashes. "Rosaleigh Blu Clarkson–" I don't focus on the rest of his sentence, because I decide to wash my face so I put it on the counter. When I hear the murmurs get a little more distinct, I put him on loud speaker.

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

“Little blind girl, you should take care of yourself first.” She puffed her cheeks in frustration, clearly not appreciating the nickname. “I’m not blind! You’re the one who’s drunk and can’t see straight! I can see perfectly.” Her defiance almost made me smile. I leaned in close to her, enjoying the way she froze in place, her wide eyes staring into mine. “Can you see my face clearly then?”

I told Sarah hurriedly. She laughed, "I thought you were not interested." I ignored her and clicked the picture myself. To my dismay, I found a picture of the manager and me from last night, but something was not right... my face was blurry in the picture. "Oh my god! The manager's girlfriend is beautiful." Everyone began to gush about the picture, and I cringed. They did not seem to recognise me in the picture. That was supposed to be calming, but it was not. If my face were to be used, it should be used to the fullest and clearly.

“Just relax.” But something was wrong with the picture. The edges of it wavered. Her face would hold for a moment, sharp, clear, real enough to touch, and then it would flicker. Dissolve. Replaced for a fraction of a second by something else. A face that was narrower, sharper, eyes that were the wrong color. Not blue. Violet. Hard. Calculating. Then Leah again. Smiling at me. Her hand on my cheek. “Where ...” My voice came out thick. Slurred. The word fought through layers of fog to reach my mouth and arrived battered, barely recognizable. “Where am I?”

The blurry faced figure turned around and stretched out its hand intending to snatch the smoke however something unexpected happened. A hand quickly came out of the smoke and stabbed through the chest of the blurry face humanoid as another figure emerged from the smoke, however unlike the first one his face was not blurred. He had a handsome face, dark skinned with large deep golden eyes that had red at the edge of the pupil. His nails were extended, pointy and painted black. They looked hard with lines like the bark of a tree. With his hand still in the chest of the first being he tilted his head to look at Anderson who was standing outside the circle with a smile. “Hello Mr. Anderson, I’ll

I'm just trying to talk to my fans, it's not my fault they're flirting with me. "Hey there." One brunette whispered in my ear placing her hand on my shoulder "Well hello to you too." I giggled meeting her blue eyes Her wavy brown hair framed her face and her blue dress clung to her body in all the right ways. She looked me up and down a smile playing on her lips "My names Riley, it's nice to meet you miss Bac." "You as well," I laughed rolling my eyes "but please call me Blair." She smirked meeting my gaze "Cute name for a beautiful girl."

He tells proudly. I nod my head. “ It’s a shit name like your shit face. ” What did that pesky little missy see in him? I scoff. ‘ She is blind. Let’s pretend that. ’ Grey snaps in frustration. ‘ She will be able to see clearly when I shove my cock down her throat later. ’ I rejoin. The proud smile which was about to break out on his lips, goes back up his ass. He blinks as if he didn’t understand what I just said,

I couldn’t risk making more holes and I wasn’t sure if the gas between our cells would mix. But perhaps I could talk with him now. I sat closer to the hole, with my back facing the camera. "My name is Amber. What’s yours?" He sat in front of me, smiling now. "It’s so nice to hear someone’s voice besides that asshole Parker. I’m Ronin."