My Name's Blurryface Novels & Stories

"You said it yourself. I didn't force you." Furious, I kicked him, but he laughed even more cheerfully. Caressing my head, he held me close and said, "That's more like it. What did Joshua turn you into anyway? A weakling? The real Olivia is someone who boldly fights back when something displeases her." The real me was someone who boldly fought back if something displeased me, huh? His words made my eyes redden with tears. I buried my head against his shoulder, but I felt a sense of peace and assurance wash over me.

My expression was icy cold. He glanced down and mocked, “Tsk tsk tsk… that must hurt. Unfortunately, I prefer things to be even. Maybe I should stab the other leg.” I lifted my head. My eyes were calm but sharp. “Gabriel, people are watching. There are surveillance cameras above us. Everything you’re doing is being recorded. Are you sure you want to keep going?” He laughed as if I had told him a joke. “Heh! Do you think any of these people would dare to report me? Go ahead and ask them!”

Clutching my mouth, I was in too much agonizing pain to utter another word. "He's that boy toy I told you about. He must have caught your name when the guys greeted you." Blaine shook his head. "That can't be. I could've sworn he just said he was Noe. Noe is Mr. Brown's nickname. There's no way a random stranger would know that." He strode up to me, forced my face up, and tilted it side to side as he studied me. "He looks nothing like Mr. Brown." My heart sank. Blaine had never seen me since I had my plastic surgery.

Its breath tingles my ear for a while. Reluctantly, I peep sideways. I wish I hadn't. I face the ugliest flat face I have ever come across in my life. He outperforms Jared’s excessive acne face. Murad’s yellow teeth. And Dhairya’s lusty eyes. ‘Huh?’ I blink at him a couple of times. What in the living satan a devil like him doing on the face of the planet? You lost, Buddy? Must be one of a frying pan in charge of the burning hell!

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

A face. Blurry. Very blurry. But definitely there. My breath caught. I blinked again and again, unable to trust it. Was it the pain messing with me? Was my brain just filling in shadows? But no. There she was. Amelia. The faint, misty outline of her face.

“Hey , look who it is”, said a particularly young boy who oddly felt familiar. This voice? Yes it really is him, but what is he doing here? And where am I? Wait, why is my surroundings so blurry? What is happening?! Ahhh! My head, it hurts! “Aww if it isn't little Luna, what a sweet name you have. But what is that on your face? Oh shit! Is that ugliness? How could someone as ugly as you have such a name? Luna…Hahahahaha!!”

Her blue eyes softly focused on me and she spoke, "Are you alright?" Her small, sharp voice made my headache worse, and I had to clutch my head, thinking it could ease the pain, but it didn’t. I knew something was wrong because when I tried to remember every detail of what happened last night, all I saw were blurry faces. My ears could only remember her voice reverberating in my head, and parts of my memories got lost. I was like a newly painted canvas that was splashed with black paint, ruining the whole picture.

my name? Her blurry eyes squinted at him, ignoring what he was trying to communicate with her. She forced her breaths to slow, pushed through the pain and focused on his face. Pale skin that was dotted with clear little dots, and water, running down his face and down his jawline. Red lips looked even more alluring, black hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead while some just hung as he leaned over her. And those big blue eyes that seemed so scared, so worried and yet so determined stared down at her "Zander. . ."

I'm never letting you go. I felt her arms gently wrap around my shoulders, a surprised gasp escaping her throat. But when she pulled back, my eyes froze onto her face. Wait... Where's her face!? My eyes widened in shock when I realized I couldn't see any of her facial features. The entire section of her head, from chin to forehead was completely blurred out like some weird whiteness protection filter. She tilted her head, turning the vision into an even creepier sight than before. "J-Jace, what's gotten into you!?