Not Just Pretty Face Novels & Stories

I wouldn't even dare dream of that. [Anya's so pretty. The sponsor must be insanely handsome. Can't you let us see his face just once?]

I didn't know what to say because I didn't even notice whether she is talking to me earlier or not. I just stood there, frozen. I don't know what to do. "Is my face so beautiful that you can't stop staring at it?" she spat. Suddenly, I heard some people started laughing. Is she for real? "Look, I'm sorry." I swallowed my pride because first, I don't what to make this a big deal. Second, I'm really, really hungry right now and Third, I really hate getting people's attention. I continued, "This was just an accident. I-"

] [Martha is soft and beautiful, Gianna is bright and charming, this is really the ceiling of face value! [This face value is no less than a star's! [Wow wow wow wow! I love Gianna’s face, it's so beautiful! It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it! [Yes, yes, yes, Gianna is excessively beautiful! With that kind of face, she'd be a hit even if she just showed her face, right? [C college students, can responsibly tell you all, Gianna’s not photogenic, real people than live camera to look more than ten times better!

Nobody messes with my beautiful face! In comparison to the person who punched me, I was pretty slim. She has the appearance of a goon. A muscular female goon. And she's unattractive. Okay, she's not ugly, but she's still ugly to me. It's no surprise that her girl is on the lookout for a replacement.

Avery blushed slightly. "Is he not a handsome guy in the traditional sense? He is a handsome guy in the traditional sense! We generally don't discuss his face, not because he is not handsome, but because his ability to make money is just too outstanding. In addition to his handsome face, he's in good shape too! Why don't you talk about his physique?" Avery's face turned even redder: "I really want to say that he is in good shape, but I haven't had the time to say it yet."

However, that is sometimes a blessing for him because his opponents who don't know him well underestimate Max because of his handsome face. Max Levine has a pair of beautiful blue eyes framed by thick, curly eyelashes with a pair of thick, angled eyebrows. His facial bones are high with a strong, straight jaw. His nose is sharp and has been cracked repeatedly by his opponent's punches. His lips are reddish, not too thick, but can soar the high level of imagination of the opposite sex. The man's skin is thickly hairy, slightly brownish, burnt by the sun because he likes outdoor activities. His hair is cut short with a stylish undercut motif adding to Max Levine's handsomeness.

I stopped and took a deep breath to calm myself before looking up at the stupid face who is having so much fun bullying a girl in the hallway without a single ounce of shame. My mouth practically hit the floor because he wasn't a stupid face at all when my eyes beheld his face. On the contrary, he has pretty eyes, chiseled cheeks and teeth so white that, he could pass an audition to model for Colgate without breaking a sweat. And those side dimples are like that of an angel and I can totally die for it right now. Who the heck is this guy?

“Likewise.” “do you really work here?” she asks, placing her hands on her full hips. I gesture to the mop and cleaning supplies, “yep.” “I don’t know, you have a very nice face I thought you’re be a model or something.” I chuckle, “nice face?” “Sharp jawline, deep set eyes, tall frame, the only thing missing is wind swept hair and you’d be every guy on a magazine cover.” “Wow you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

Heart’s eyes widened. “But without this, I can’t see your beautiful face up close.” Cullen whispered and his face was leaning closer on hers. Heart looked away. “No, I am not beautiful. My face is full of freckles. I am so ugly.” Heart said. Cullen then chuckled a little and grabbed her face with his one hand.

Hayden asked as he continued staring at my face. “I…don’t do that type of work…” I replied. “Of course, you don’t. You don’t look the part,” Hayden said as he flicked his eyes from the top of my head down to my waist which was all that was visible to him since I was seated. “What?” I said without hiding my annoyance. “Your face is plain, and your figure is so-so. I wouldn’t buy you, let alone for five hundred million bucks and to be honest, I’m surprised that my old man has such low standards,” Hayden stated as if he was merely appraising a product on sale.