My Name's Blurryface Novels & Stories

My eyes are starting to get blurry, and I think I need to text Haria to pick me up. I picked the phone up and looked at it but I couldn't see anything. Looks like the apps were shaffled. I raised my chin up to look at the guy and ask for his help but my heart raced as I saw his smirk. He was smirking at me like he was enjoying what's happening. Then my blurry eyes landed on his hand, he was holding something and it's releasing a small amount of smoke. That's when I realized he was wearing a clear mask. I stared at his face first but because of my vision, I turned my back to him. Why would I do it now? I can't process anything. I was just holding my phone, already forgetting what I needed it

It was like they had looked into my mind and pulled the words out before I had a chance to say them. “I know that this might not seem important to you all, but I must be honest with everyone. As many of you know, we have a girl here who has been going by the name Aryan Blakley, but her real name is Aryan Blackwood.” Brianna’s words cut through me as if I was as soft as butter.

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.

Then I shifted my weight back and came up slowly. “Nice to meet you.” I said in an airy tone. “My name is Poppy Grey and I’m the future Luna. That was better-way, way better than I expected, yet something felt off. So I tried it again. "You're still dropping your shoulder." Someone said behind me and a yelp left my throat as I spun around. Grey was leaning against the trunk of the nearest tree with his arms folded and a half-smile on his face. “What the heck?” I snapped impatiently. "How long have you been standing there?"

Kael continued, “And the blurred face, I had our tech team run enhancement filters.” My stomach twisted. “And?” He met my eyes. "The man in the video is you, Alpha.”

To show his trust in his father, he attempts to force a reciprocal gesture. He scraped together the courage and turned to head back to his room. As he does so he hears his father exclaiming his name…faintly. He can barely hear his name. It is left up in the air echoing through the hallway as he approaches his room once again. He seems oblivious to the utterance of his name. The name doesn't matter that much to him, he thinks to himself, so he will give himself a completely different name. A name that will forever appear to keep the lines about his true self forever blurred.

“Who called you?” She paused, and then her expression changed very slightly. Like I wouldn't like what I was about to hear, “…Ernest.” The name settled somewhere warm and embarrassing inside my chest immediately. I hated that Karl noticed. Her eyes narrowed instantly. “There it is.” “What?” “That face.” “I don’t have a face.” “You absolutely have a face.” I looked away quickly, heat creeping into my cheeks before I could stop it. Unfortunately, that only made things worse. Karl pointed at me dramatically. “Oh my God.”

" Amid the chaos, Don was thrown out of the company in a disgraceful state. Camden and Nevaeh attempted to meet with me several times after that, but they were never able to see me. Even so, I knew they wouldn't give up so easily. As expected, one evening while returning from a contract negotiation, a large truck suddenly swerved toward me. Unable to dodge in time, I blacked out. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Camden's cold, venomous glare. … When I regained consciousness, I found myself bound in an abandoned warehouse. Nevaeh no longer looked like the pampered rich girl she once pretended to be. Her makeup was smeared and hastily applied, and she was wearing cheap clot

It wasn't an ordinary question. "Yes, yes I will," I said firmly. "Good." She offered a hand. "Just for that, I'll reintroduce myself properly. Hi, my name is Blaze. I'm a celebrity. I like sweet and pretty things. And for the record, I think you smell really nice." "So does that mean you like me?" I asked sweetly, poking her ribs. "You said before that I was pretty." "Yeah, pretty hilarious." She dropped on the ground and stretched her arms wide, as if she was forming a snow angel with the leaves. "I'm sorry if I'm cold to you sometimes."

“I have a thing, a condition, that prevents me from seeing human faces. It’s called prosopagnosia or face blindness.” Proso what? I have never heard of this before. How can she not see faces? “Do you know how some people can’t see certain colors?” she asks, and I nod. “It’s like that, only that I don’t see faces. They are like a blur to me.” While I don’t fully understand her condition, I take a mental note to search for it later. “Well, you are better off not seeing my ugly face. It would have surely scared you away without even thinking about giving me a chance to win your heart.”