No Face Journeys Novels & Stories

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.”

But, she was born a week after mine, on the twentyfirst. Though their birthday's are not the reason why I am completely nervous. But rather because Jake has something planned for us this weekend, doesn't want to tell me, and I am now preparing Aiden and Emily's bags to travel with grandma Loretta and grandpa Phill to California to visit their godparents, aunt Evey and uncle Matt. They have never traveled anywhere without me or daddy... So that makes me so nervous. On top of that, Jake told me to pack warm clothes and nothing more. Saying he'd take care of the rest.

Key Wednesday, June 16 [00.16 AM] I quickly approached Damian when I, Aldo, and my uncle had arrived at the border. The person referred to by uncle has also not come. Damian's face looks different, I don't know what happened to them in the car. I held his hand, looked at him “What happened? Why is your face a little gloomy hmm?”

What? Chatter: This world!? Man: This a new scam? Chatter: No... I am a Free Jumper. Man: What is that? A new Multi-Level Marketing scheme? Chatter: OK seems you won't believe me, go to the nearest landmark that is most memorable for you, I will be there.

The Fate looked around, trying to find a landmark, a foothold in the dreamscape. "Tell me, child, where you are? It looks familiar, but I just can't place it." He tried to sound amused. But his tone was lined with menace. The images stopped on a snowy mountain range. The wind howled, biting cold curling around Charlene’s figure. She stood with arms crossed. "Sorry. My parents told me not to talk to strangers," she said, face curled in disgust. "You can trust me. Your grandfather and I go way back, almost to the beginning." He smiled, oily and false.

"Have you grown too comfortable on the job? Is that why you've made such a careless mistake? Open your eyes and take a good look at the room again. Does it look like anyone is staying here?" Shocked, Giovanni lowered his head and apologized to Cesera, "My apologies, Don Fontana. I've been negligent. I'll find Donna Fontana's room at once!" Alas, there was no way Giovanni could find me. I was already on a flight bound for Ressonia. I'd left Navarino for good.

So, I asked the bodyguards and driver not to come with me. Holding Emma's favorite mini cake, I waited at the entrance of the preschool. Without warning, a Land Rover dashed onto the pedestrian walkway and stopped right in front of the preschool entrance, forcing many parents and their children to stumble out of the way in fear. A woman in sunglasses and extravagant clothes stepped out of the Land Rover. She scanned her surroundings, her gaze finally resting on me. "Are you Jeanine Colby?" she questioned. I certainly had never met that woman. Still, I politely nodded at her. "Who are you—"

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.

Her soul drifted in the air, and then, she saw me. “Daisy! Daisy!” She called out my name over and over, overwhelmed with sudden joy. “I’m sorry, Daisy… I was wrong. I’m sorry.” Please look back at me, okay? If there’s a next life, I will treat you right!” However, feeling that the invisible bond between us had finally vanished, I drifted farther and farther away without looking back. Mom, if there is a next life, I don’t want you as my mom anymore.

: Night Watch Tuesday, October 6th, 2026 Albemarle County, Charlottesville, Virginia 2:00 am Silence surrounds the night; the air has a cold heart. No cars are roaming the streets or a person in sight. All of the stores are closed. The nearby neighbors are sound asleep. The sidewalks are filled with trash. Feral cats are fiddling around with the litter. Some cars are on the curb, including a Charlottesville Police Dodge Charger. Flashing lights of red, white, and blue are not on.