Nux Taku Face Novels & Stories

It was the kind of heavy silence that hangs in the air right before a bomb detonates; that waits for the other shoe to drop. "How do you know that name?" Tug demanded, his voice suddenly losing its oily confidence, a sharp tremor of panic lacing his tone. He tried to steady himself, pointing a fat finger at me. "Yes, you’re the queen of tech, woman, but you should know your damn place. Nuxia is a ghost. Nuxia is the lethal phantom of the dark web." "Nuxia is me," I stated flatly. I looked up from my screen, flashing a wide Cheshire grin that reached my eyes.

Nikolai took the last spoonful of his food, staring at me while he chewed and swallowed. And I waited. My eyes shifted to the table by my right before moving back to him. “You make a face.” He said. What? “I didn’t realize I was making that face.” I didn’t even know I made a face. “You were.” He repeated and I stared at him. “What face?” “The one you make when you’re trying very hard to understand something.” “I have a face?” The question left me confused; my brows furrowed. “You do.” He affirmed.

Nicholas was behind me. “Hello, Akira.” Neptune smiled, and since we were far from each other, no one could actually throw punches at each other. “Hello, Neptune.” She growled. “Are you ready for me to have my fist in your body?” “I can imagine several other things, but this is not the place for all that.” Neptune chuckled. “And you, Nyx, how are you?” Nyx was silent. She did not respond, and it seemed to infuriate Neptune. He was angered, and his face did not do a good job of hiding it.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

“Here have a copy!” Ah. I see. “Please disperse,” I said calmly. They scattered fast—but I caught the hooded one by the wrist and spun them around. I had to stifle my laugh. “A fake mustache? Really?” “I didn’t think you’d catch me,” Nyx said. “Oh—I’m not alone either.” She pointed. Kyle stood a few feet away, stiff as a board, sporting his own ridiculous fake mustache. “Get over here,” I ordered.

I waved back at her and stared until she's out of sight. Then out of nowhere, someone talked to me. "Who's that?" "?.." Looking behind me, I saw Noru. "You?" I mumbled. "Was that your girlfriend?" He asked with an annoying grin on his face. "Yeah." I answered shortly. I just don't feel like talking to this guy... or more like that I don't like him at all. "Cool, good for you." He then walk pass me. "It's cute how you try to imitate Toma. Though whatever you do doesn't matter anyway." He added.

Dexter said and Muna laughed. “ Is my face that scary ? ” She asked. “ Very scary ” Dexter said when in truth her face wasn't close to being scary at all. “ Gosh why didn't you tell me.... ” Muna said placing her hands on her cheeks. “ I thought you'd punch me in the eye if I told ya ” “ I want my face to look girlish and cute all the time ” “ For Alpha Jayden right ? ” Roland said wriggling his brows playfully as he stared at Muna through the rear view mirror only for her to twist his ears.

“Do I look like I’m fawning?” I arrange my face into the most neutral, unimpressed expression I can manage. Total poker face. Blank as a fresh sheet of paper. Knox studies me for a long moment, his eyes roaming over my features like he’s actually trying to detect any trace of Rafael-induced swooning. Then he rolls his eyes. “You’ve been drinking. You need to eat.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s an observation.” But his hand comes up anyway, fingers brushing my back behind my ear with a gentleness that makes my breath catch.

“Kace, can you calm down for a while?” She stopped walking and faced her. “Nix, I can’t calm down.” Nix laughed. “Why? I know you’re scared meeting this guy. But… aren’t you excited that you’re finally going to see him?” Kace shook her head. “No. Not even a bit.” “Oh come on. I know you are.” “Nix!” She whined. “Alright. How about we eat noodles to calm your insides?” Kace nodded. “I think that’s better.”

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'