Red Hood Face 소설 & 이야기

Then, slowly, she reached for the edges of her hood. With a deliberate motion, she pulled it back, letting her dark, flowing hair cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall of ink, contrasting sharply against the hues of the shop. The action revealed her face fully, illuminated by the warm, golden light filtering through the room. Her features were striking—her soft features gave structure to her delicate face, lending an air of ethereal beauty. Her skin was smooth and pale, almost luminescent, with a faint rosy glow on her cheeks that suggested a vitality beneath her often solemn demeanor. But it was her eyes that truly captured attention.

Her head is bowed, her face hidden by a deep hood. She isn't an Ironclaw mercenary. She isn't a rogue. She stands with a stillness that is wholly unnatural. "Step away from him," I growl, my Alpha voice rolling like thunder. She lifts her head and lowers her hood. The air leaves my lungs. It’s Charlie. But... it’s not. The face is Charlie’s. The same high cheekbones, the same gentle curve of the jaw. The same beautiful mouth. But this woman is a few years older and she lacks Charlie’s warmth.

He was wearing a hoodie and she was unable to see his face clearly because of the tears that were still rolling down. April wiped her tears then she asked. "Who are you?" The man who didn't spare her a glance, pulled down his hoodie then he turned to face her. He looked..........he looked breathtaking. She had never seen anyone as good looking as him but then.............he had red eyes. April subconsciously moved back when she saw his claws. This man standing in front of her was definitely not human. He walked closer to April and touched her face so gently.

"Why does it have your face?" The Bloom shivered, the obsidian leaves peeling back to reveal a figure emerging from the dark nectar of the Heart. It was a woman, tall and ethereal, her skin the color of a bruised moon. She was a perfect, dark reflection of Rhea—but where Rhea was filled with grief and fire, this construct was made of absolute, clinical coldness. Her eyes weren't amber or violet; they were mirrors, reflecting the worst fears of anyone who looked into them.

the guy pulled down his hood and extended his hands. Zren couldn't react for a few moments, she was rooted in her place the moment she saw Weidon's face. Weidon had a very charming and striking facial feature. His expressionless phoenix eyes perfectly matched his thin well-shaped eyebrows. Highbridge and pointed nose, alluring red lips, and a very attractive jawline. Not only that even his face was flawless, so flawless that you couldn't even find single acne. However, even though the guy had a clear face it didn't appear feminine because it was the opposite, it made him even more handsome! So handsome that many females would go crazy if they saw him.

interstate highway. The woman was a Viking warrior, tall red hair, if full breasts with an extremely revealing cleavage, in addition to being tall, she was the red-haired version of a Viking with pigtails, with pale white She Hulk freckles on her face, with the height of 2 meters that lived among the patrols on the highway. - Hello, big man. – The busty, red-haired officer stopped a couple on the road. - What happened, officer? - The man in the Sport car stopped when he looked at the large cleavage barely covering her breasts by the uniform she wore.

The figure turned, hood falling back to show a face I knew well. Not Isolde. Not a killer. But someone far more dangerous. Someone who should have been dead.

But please don’t let him be the one. Time seems to slow down and my eyes rake over his face and all at once, I notice things about Rhode that I have never seen before. I hear him swallow a gulp and see his Adam's apple bob up and down. There are premature grey streaks of hair sticking out from his sideburns, and a mole rests underneath his lips. He smiles and I see a dimple on the left side of his lips too. Wait, there is a piece of meat stuck between his two front teeth.

Here comes the moment her sweet words turn into bitchy laughter. I was about to leash on her when I heard it, yes it's none other than Shadow popped up again but this time her words made my eyes shine. A confident smile forms on my lips. I looked straight in the eyes of a red hooded woman. Seeing the confident smile on my face, her face went blank for a second but she hid it instantly and continued her job to distract me.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand just as Roque slid inside. "He's here." he said in a rough voice. He was still recovering from the attack on the woods. She only nooded and put back her strong and furious self. Roque turned away and in a few moments, he came back with a man behind him. The man wore a long black hooded robe, his face was hidden beneath it. His fingers were thin and long attached to his very pale hands. She couldn't see the face of the man but she could feel his eyes, dark and deep as the Reapers.