No Face Journeys 소설 & 이야기

Carl's POV Today was supposed to be the day I surrendered to my dad's persistent demands to get married, but instead of feeling excited or nervous, I just felt irritated. I'm Carl Oswald. At 30, I’m the acting CEO of LiveStrong, a company I inherited from my father. On paper, I have everything—a powerful position, endless wealth, and the legacy of a thriving empire. But what most people don’t know is that I live with prosopagnosia, face blindness. I can’t recognize faces or read facial expressions, not even my own family’s.

Jai smiled. The doctor shook her head. “No, I mean, yes. We’ve never met. It’s that, your face is familiar and I think I’ve seen you somewhere before. But I can’t remember where.” Jai realized then that she must’ve probably seen him in the news, like Takenoko. He considered telling her about his identity, but he decided not to. “Ah… I’m not someone famous. Well, then. I’ll be taking my leave,” Jai said, adjusting his scarf to cover the lower part of his face again and taking the puppy into his arms again.

'lavanya, I am leaving. Don't forget to call me if you are going anywhere ' said Nithya 'Nithya, I am also with you ' 'with me ' Nithya rolled her eyes.. 'I am not a child and I am fine now... Samaria is out of my mind, so don't worry ' 'Nithya don't you remember, tomorrow I have a test, I am planning to explore the city. And how can I leave you alone in the alien world. And I '

Gray. When they heard that name Jae Gray, a cold shiver ran down to their spines. They felt uneasiness but it's faded away and at thrill had come to their minds, and it is the perfect opportunity for them to keep closer to the young young man who turned the world of legal and illegal businesses up side down, nobody can forget what he's done that shook the entire planet tremendously. After that they didn't hesitate and immediately set off with the bottle of wine tow. But question is only a few person knows about his real facial features, only his name that spread like a wild fire all over the world.

“Zoey, where’s Sebastian? Didn’t he say the whole class was going on a trip together? Why can’t I reach him?” “Yeah, how did you end up here? Which country did they go to?” “Exactly! Where did they go? Tell us!” I could not help a hint of scorn in my eyes as I faced these eager parents, but my expression remained perfectly innocent. “They… they all went to Tanond to see a strip show.” “Tanond?!” The words hit the crowd like thunder. The parents' faces went pale. A few women’s knees gave out, and they sank to the floor, muttering,

" Kai recently returned from his surgery trip, and he's doing just fine. It seems like everybody is sick these days." Rosaleen responded in her usual silent hmm. Maybe it occurred to Ronnie as exasperating, she didn't know because he pressed his lips together. It didn't matter. She saw Zara striding towards them in exuded confidence. She stood tall and her movement was firm. Zara flashed her a smile as she click clack clicked towards them, her shoes making that sound. She embraced Rosaleen tightly and they shared a short peck on their cheeks. Zara's smile was child-like and her laughter was unburdened and light as she shared her holiday experience with them.

She was anxious, and her guts twitched as days pushed her closer to May, but the fear was gone. Both of them had made a deal with the devil, opening their phones to have the option of texting and making video calls online in case they needed, but the Hey, Jay! remained the virtual place to share their stuff. Being on tour, Jim returned to his habit of posting mostly pictures of the places he was visiting. And the titles soon looked like a countdown of sorts. Mexico was Still Cold, Puerto Rico was Warm, Colombia was Warmer, Peru was Even Warmer, and Brazil was Hot—of course, it’s me.

Clearing his throat to catch her attention, he said: "Hi, I'm John. I'm here with Darius. Do you know where I can find him?" Her strawberry blonde waves fell loose from a messy bun, framing a face with soft features and an air of graceful authority. Strands of hair played over her face, highlighting freckles scattered across her nose, giving off a friendly vibe. Her eyes, a captivating shade of hazel, held a depth of wisdom that belied her youthful appearance. A tiny silver pendant hung on her neck, catching the sunlight filtering through the window. She bore an uncanny resemblance to the ginger boy—perhaps his mother? As she tilted her head, her hazel eyes studied John with a deep interest,

Celestine pecked on his cheek. Both cuddled on couch and stopped when they heard that the make up artist had arrived. "Good day sir" A middle aged woman with flat nose and sharp eyes greeted Damien and passed a wide smile to Celestine. "I hope you won't disappoint me, Keli" Damien was back to his expressionless face. "Don't worry sir. She is already beautiful and I only have to do a small touch." Keli praised Celestine. Damien nodded his head and left from there with a proud smirk.