Phantom Of The Opera Face Novels & Stories

She was so lovely. Even when his heart rate became abnormal, he showed signs of discomfort. He didn't mind it. 'You heart! F*ck you! You shouldn't go out of your way for a woman you've just met. To save our sanity, we are not in nearly as good of shape as we'd like to be!' He chastised himself while holding back. They moved to a new position. It was Savannah who was found dozing off on both the bed and the makeup hut. Phantom's attractiveness did not bother her, despite the fact that she had previously described him as such. In fact, Phantom was the personification of Adonis. He has a beautiful face and exudes masculinity, much like the sculptures that were shown in Greek mythology.

She’d only been there twenty minutes when she felt him watching. He stood near a column, tall, broad-shouldered, the left side of his mask scarred with what looked like deliberate silver cracks. The Phantom, someone had whispered when he passed earlier. A jagged scar peeked from beneath the mask’s edge, running down his cheek. It didn’t ruin his presence. It sharpened it. He crossed the floor without asking. One gloved hand extended. “Dance.” Not a question. Sofia placed her hand in his. His grip was firm, warm through the thin leather. They moved into the crowd, bodies pressing closer than strictly necessary as the music slowed. His other hand settled low on her back, fingers splayed posses

She stared at him through bright eyes that held nothing but hatred for him. He was seated alone, but it was a table for two. She wondered if his PA was in attendance, the woman whom he had cheated on her with. Laurie Giovanni. The miserable but defiant look etched on her face gave her mild satisfaction. The plaster that cut across his nose, putting it in place like it would fall off if it was ripped off, gave him a rough look. Like he was a gangster that had been mobbed by the FBI. His facial features had hardened even more than she knew it to be. It gave off a mysterious masculine aura and the thought of that didn't sink well.

she shouted. Sakura watched as a beautifully designed mask of white, pink, and gold with cherry blossom flowers appeared before her. Then a makeup artist arranged it on her face so that it sat comfortably on her. A moment later, they moved back and Sakura blinked. The shape of the mask was like that of the Phantom of the Opera with one fourth of her face covered. She couldn’t recognize herself. She wasn’t Sakura anymore. Akira chuckled. “Amazing, yes?” Sakura nodded, at a loss for words.

"Here!" Luca was taken aback by how much the image behind the frame captured all his facial features. He was so amazed that the corners of his lips lifted slightly. "Hehe, you smiled." "..." Luca had no words for him. "You've got to admit that it looks exactly like you. I even got your frown right." "I do not frown," Luca grumbled. "Eh? Prove it then. Show me your happy face." "*Blank*" "Now show me your sad face."

She still remains in her wolf form. “Answer now!!!!?” I growl and lash her a punch on her already bruised face. She slowly shape shifts back to a human. Even in the dark, her skin is radiating so fine. It looks so soft like olive and sparkling like the stars of the sky. Alas, she morphs back to a human fully, but her face is still facing down with her dark hair covering it. I grab her face and pull it upwards gently and tardily…

He was a work of art, like the statue David of Michelangelo. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thick but not too full, resting over monolid eyes. His watery blue irises had the same startling clarity as a mountain stream. They shone brightly, like two sapphires dipped in to milky pools. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty, squared off jaw that was stubbled with a thick, dark growth of facial hair. The celestial nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. They were of such sharp contours, it looked as if they were sculpted and pared to perfection. His skin was tanned and flawless, giving him a perfect complexion that would be t

Dorin defended, “And my hair turns out all frizzy...” Someone suddenly laughed. Dorin looked at the direction of the oracle head and saw his shoulders quivering. Pan suddenly threw back the cloak to reveal beautiful golden hair that fell down in torrents. Pan’s face was a whole different subject, though. The left side was horribly mutilated. The left eye bulged out like a sickly yellow ball with a red pinprick in the middle, the whole nose, non-existent, showing a bonny stub and half of the jaw bone. The rest of the face gave a pallid look, the color of bone, and looked the same texture. The right eye was glazed over, forever blind to the physical world. “A thunder god in the making!” Pan ex

Only a black luster in its place. *Tear!* Reality slowly gave way. The screaming woman power rippled through the air. As it condensed, the strength rose and the face looked more alive and real. Several froze at the sight. It switched from the face of the ancestor Malificent, the II Empress of the nation, then to the III Empress, to the current Empress herself, then to Melinda's own. *Spread!* The shockwave entered the mist in one small area, the image of palms separated creating an opening.

The second star of the constellation was the most dazzling. She was a tall woman, and as she walked, her hips swayed from side to side. She was flirtatious and sexy. She was also a cold and mature beauty. The person closest to Philip had a face filled with cold murderous intent. He had a fierce expression, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a very long and deep scar at the corner of his mouth. It seemed to have been caused by a sharp weapon. This person's physique was very sturdy and burly, which made people shudder.