Quotes 2 Faced Novels & Stories

As John zoomed off, I kept looking at the weird face heading towards the car , the face looked a little familiar but I can't place it and the fact that it's raising curiosity in me makes it more dramatic; I could swore I have seen the face before. “Who is that?” the weird looking man asked Quincy “It's none of your bloody concern, let's go straight to what we are here for”, Quincy responded as she walks “You won't talk to me like that, he said as he walks towards her in anger.

“He said I should treat him next time, and I told him I can only afford instant ramen. Which ramen place is good for a second date?” “Oh, so that’s how you got to instant ramen— No, that isn’t the point!” Phoebe put her hand to her head and sighed again. “Listen, no one actually eats instant ramen for a date. He was just joking and using the conversation to score himself a second date!

Cam, why are you still talking to her? "You two have been engaged since childhood. How can you not recognize your own fiancée?" Just then, Nevaeh stepped forward. She gently took Camden's arm, and spoke in a considerate tone, "It's fine, Cam. "Maybe Mag is causing a scene today because she's just upset about her father being released from prison. Let her have her way. A few insults directed at me don't matter." A flicker of distress appeared in Camden's eyes. He held Nevaeh's hand tightly without hesitation, and said, "Nev, what are you talking about? You're the one I care about. How could I ever help anyone else over you?"

Her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted me, and guilt washed over her face. My mind went blank as I tried to process the sight before me. Confusion and hurt washed over me, leaving me feeling betrayed and alone. How could Nathaniel, my closest friend, be with Veronica, someone I trusted implicitly? "Ronnie? What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief. She hesitated, her eyes finally meeting mine. "Selene..." Before I could respond, the door behind her opened, and Nathaniel stepped out. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw me, then quickly shifted to Veronica, a complex mix of emotions flashing across his face.

Quaker, the Riverton Martial Alliance branch manager. They were drawing lots to decide the placements of the elimination round. And to no surprise, Scarface was set to face Heartfar Quaker—Mr. Quaker's nephew—in his very first match. "What…" Mr. Zoran was left scowling at the lottery result, whereas Mr. Quaker was chuckling nonchalantly. "What's wrong, Mr. Zoran? That's a terrible look on your face!" "Hmph…" Mr. Zoran merely snorted and did not argue.

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.”

and well if you don't mind then kiss those chubby cheeks. Jacqueline: eesh! no! you are not getting anywhere near me and my cheeks. Remo: So I was right! Thank God!

‍“I was not.” ‌ “‍You​ had‌ t‌he face.”⁠ ​ “What face?” ‌ “Th‌e‌ Danie‌l fa​ce.” I rolled my⁠ eyes. ⁠ “I don’⁠t h‌ave a Da​niel fa​ce‌.‍” “You absolutely do.” I laugh‍ed despite mysel​f. And that was w​hen I real‍ize‍d somethin⁠g.⁠

He stops right in front of me. Close. Very close. Too close. “Why are you moving away?” he asks softly. “Because you are doing THE FACE.” “What face?” “The… the K-drama male lead face.” “I’m not doing a face.” “You are absolutely doing a face.” “I’m standing normally.” “You’re standing MENACINGLY.” He tilts his head slightly. “And what if I am?” OH NO. OH NO NO NO. He’s doing it again. The Almost-Confession Face™.

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”