My Name's Blurryface Novels & Stories

This child's eyes are blurry. "Sister, you are beautiful... you really look like the famous Korean actress. Hihi." others praised. I just smile. After a while I heard the flash of the camera. *Click*Click*Click* I was dazzled by the cam, so I didn't immediately see the person taking my picture. I'm still smiling after wearing a swimsuit.

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'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."

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 addressed the situation by saying, "We've been talking for hours but I still don't know your name." He spoke. "It's not fair because I already know your name. Is that your name, Livia?" My brows furrowed into an arch. "How did you know?" Blake is his name, and it is the only name he has provided me with. Even though Blake was giving me the same presence as someone who is mysterious enough but not a typical cringe man, I was too shy to ask where he was and who was with him because I don't want people to think that I am interested in him, even though he was giving me a similar presence as someone who is mysterious enough.

The blurred conversations around me mixed with the pounding in my head. I blinked, trying to focus on the bar counter, but my vision wavered. Everything felt far away, like I was floating. The glass slipped from my fingers, clinking softly against the wood. A voice—his voice—cut through the haze again. "You look like you're about to fall off that stool if you aren't careful." I tilted my head, squinting at him. His face was still there, inches away, but it was blurry, like looking at a reflection in rippling water. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, but the details slipped through my mind, too muddled to hold onto.

I had no idea how to fix it. "Are you fucking trying to catch a cold?" A voice shrieked. I turned to the side and tried to stare at the person. But my vision was blurry. Raindrops kept trickling down my face. Well...