Natsuki Face Novels & Stories

“Zoom in on the face, left side.” He adjusted it just as the image sharpened and there it was. A slight inconsistency along the jawline, subtle enough to miss if you were not looking for it, but clear once you saw it. “A mask,” I said. Natasha exhaled slowly beside me, and I could feel the tension in her shift, not gone, but redirected now. “So someone is pretending to be me,” she said. “Someone who has studied you closely,” I added, finally turning to look at her, “closely enough to mimic your voice too.”

Nick laughed and said," look at yourself! You look like a red tomato, Nats!" This was the second time Nick addressed Fuoco by Natalie Samrat's Nick name, but Fuoco failed to notice it, because firstly, Nick was saying it so comfortably that it was hard to notice it, and secondly, he had made Fuoco so confused that her entire focus was on hiding and defending her action, and she couldn't focus on the trick that Nick played on her.

He received a punch straight to his cold beautiful face once again. “Seriously, how many times you can punch my face in one day so, I can prepare myself for it?” Morbius sighed as he was easing the side of his face that Natasha had accidentally punched. But that was not the point, Natasha was losing her consciousness again. Morbius was supporting Natasha through their arms when he heard a panting voice from her. “Window…open it…please…air…babe…” Natasha panting as she was trying to control her breathing.

He questions in a way he probably shouldn't have because, based on Natalie's expression, she didn't like the way he questioned it at all. "Thankfully, it wasn't you," she says as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a few seconds before breathing out and looking him in the eyes. I can't imagine how Nat felt when she saw the look on Luca's face after those words came out of her mouth. When everyone saw the expression on his face.

Beatrice’s POV “Things were weird last time we spoke,” I admitted, watching his face carefully. “I was an idiot,” Nitta sighed, his shoulders relaxing. Behind me, I heard Fukui greet Ryuu, but I didn’t turn. “What’s new?” Fukui coughed, and Nitta shot him a glare but didn’t rise to the bait.

Looking at her beauty, she felt very jealous. "She hit me. You must make her pay for this, Mom?" Natasha pointed at Natalie With anger. Natasha was rubbing her swollen cheek while looking at Natalie furiously. Deep down, she couldn't suppress her grudge against Natalie, who was responsible for her swollen cheek. "As a model, my face is what matters the most to me, yet she went for it straight. Damn her!. I will never let this slide so easily,!" Natasha was so angry that she forgot that they were at the wedding hall now and there were a lot of people there who were watching her.

The assistant standing nearby could not help twitching her lips. That was right. So many women tried every means to get close to Young Master George, yet this woman showed no interest at all. The assistant felt helpless and thought that Natalie truly did not know how to cherish opportunities. Sensing the intense gaze, Natalie turned her head. The assistant immediately blushed when their eyes met. Natalie seemed not to notice her embarrassment and stared directly at her, asking in confusion, “Why is your face so red?” The assistant frowned, her face filled with awkwardness.

Mattia looked like a porcelain doll, wrapped in white cotton towel, securely held in Nicholas’s arms and the little boy is grinning at her, feeling euphoric after playing with his dad in the shower. “You are always welcome Rissa.” Shirota's voice from the other side caught Clarissa’s attention and she chuckled softly, shifting her eyes back to her hands, stifling her laughter. “He is amazing Natalie.” She said, delighted by her sister’s fortune. Shirota is the man who Natalie needs in her life after all the pain and trauma she went through. The Japanese man truly understood her and accepted her the way she is. He didn’t care about her past and he is the only man who Natalie felt comfortable

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”

"Let's just sit back and let the netizens do what they do best" "Are you okay?" Ricardo stared at the damsel beside him. Natalie relaxed back on the seat and closed her eyes for some seconds. "I don't think so" she finally replies. "I'm not sure I'll ever be okay,I mean till I achieve my goal I won't be okay." Nat finally turns to stare at him. His aura was still domineering and king-like. She examined his handsome looks Her eyes darted towards his ear and admired the diamond-like mole on his earlobe.