My Name's Blurryface Novels & Stories

I couldn't help it because he's too cute to resist. I saw his back facing me while he stared out of the window. Sometimes I feel sad for him. He's living here just like a prisoner. " Hey." I mumbled, standing beside him. He tilted his head in my direction and with confused look in his eyes, all he did was to stare at me. "Uh..Hey?" " I am Grace, Blake's sister." I added with a little smile. He nodded, shifting his attention back to the out of window. Aw, fuck.. He's too cute.

She asked Noah in perplexed on the other line. "You don't even know his real name? How come you're so mindless? I thought you have a crush on him-" "What? No!" Crystal exclaimed discontinuing Noah. "Who are you trying to fool? Anyway, his name isn't actually Blade, he just uses it like his code name." Crystal's head tilted in astonishment. Only now did she find out this information that she had never even asked his friend Blade. Crystal's hand rose to her mouth as she unconsciously bit her finger out of anxiousness.

I checked on my phone and gladly it didn’t get any scratch. I looked up at this guy and…….. he kind of resembles someone. Someone I know in the past. “I- I-ts okay. My phone isn’t broken so, it’s alright.” Then I smiled at him. He smiled back and suddenly his face changed in to a confused expression. Then he surveyed my face like he’s trying to figure out something. “Wait, are you, Amira? From San Catalana Grade School?” My eyes widened a bit at his question. I knew it! He’s someone I know! But….. I seem to forgot his name. I just remember his face but not his name.

I let out a shaky sigh. "Caroline Blair. Everyone calls me Carrie." I saw the corners of his mouth draw upwards in a slight smile. "What?" I asked, eyebrows furrowing. "I like that." he said. "My name?" "Yes. It suits you." Well, here's hoping. I couldn't very well change it if it didn't. We were quiet for a few moments before Luca spoke again. "Are you an artist?" "I'd like to think so," I mumbled, trying my hardest not to fall into the trap of conversation that he was setting.

“GAH!” I groan out in frustration, rubbing my eyes roughly. “Stupid things!” Today is the team event, and my eyes are still shit. I mean, they are a little better every day, but still shit. What once was just near shapeless blobs are now blurry faces and formed figures. I can distinguish colors and differentiate between people. But the blurriness gives me killer headaches. Which, since I am a werewolf, there is no medication for.

At that moment, his phone buzzed with a message from an anonymous sender. "Finally got what's coming for you, huh?"

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

Ryan stopped in the middle of his speech and looked at Edmund and James when he felt a tug on his blazer and, in a weak voice, said, “I am hearing!” There was something Ryan wanted to hide from the world and never wanted to tell anyone, but if Lucy wanted to know it, he would never decline her request. “That accident— It made me… it made me a face-blind person. I could not see faces anymore, but your face from the last time you saved me was still in my mind, but I could not recognize you anymore. I had no idea who you were anymore, and why should I look you up? He said, looking at both of them again, but deciding to go with it. He did not mind losing money or his position in the Song family