Roblox Woman Face Novels & Stories

It was so strong that it'd have brought any normal person to their knees. “You again.” I growled as it was a hundred percent real. “Me again.” She chuckled, but I couldn't see her face. It looked like she had a mask on her face. Her hair had gotten a little longer and her sword looked like it had claimed the lives of a few people. “Who are you and what's your name?” I asked, looking for every weak point I could exploit. She remained silent, maintaining a stance that indefinitely described her as an insanely great swordsman.

She was a pretty woman about 27 or 28 years old. Zhou Tian looked at the "face" in his hand. It was made of silica gel. After a long time, the woman put on a fake face and changed her appearance! What a deceptive trick! Xiao Dongmei, you're really excellent! Zhou Tian was furious. He was really angry. "Haha, Childe Zhou, you have good eyesight. You can see it." The woman giggled and looked at Zhou Tian teasingly. Zhou Tian was in a rage. Seeing that this woman still dared to be so arrogant, Zhou Tian really wanted to slap her.

While eyeing the wide monitor in front of her, she literally zoomed in Ella Winchester’s image. The woman had a perfect shaped nose, a perfect trimmed eyebrows, kissable lips, her face resembles like those of a barbie doll but her eyes shows viciousness and cunningness and a burgundy curly long hair. Izzabelle took notes of her facial details and printed her image. She will make a good use of her beautiful face. It will be so much fun. Thinking of it, she released out a faint giggle as she had pictured herself wearing the woman's perfect synthetic face. So damn mind blowing!

His index finger prepared to touch the pause button. "I beg you... continue watching, sir," Albus pleaded quietly. On the screen, the camera lens shifted. A woman stepped into their space inside some kind of forest. The woman's face made Ronan's forehead furrow. Where was I saw this face? The woman smiled at Gary, her voice faintly recorded, claiming that she had brought her 'little sister', a rare breed of high value. Then, the woman's slender hand grabbed a handful of hair of someone curled up on the floor. She pulled it up forcefully, forcing the victim's face to look up into the camera lens.

The one leading the group, a woman with a pitted face, strode toward me. "Ladies, I found us a fine catch. Come check him out." A lecherous-looking woman eyed me hungrily. "Look at all his injuries. Doesn't he look endearing with how pitiful and delicate he is? I've never had the chance to mess around with a disabled guy before." They dragged me into the bar, shut the private room door, and began pouncing on me. The pitted-faced woman started a live stream. "Everyone, check out this little thing. Isn't he pathetic?"

And a new image appeared on the screen. A woman. Dark curls. Piercing silver eyes. Wearing my face. Only not mine. Sharper. Colder. She looked into the camera and smiled. “Hello, Ivy,” she said. “Let’s see who survives the flames first.”

She directly splashed an unknown liquid that she was holding in her hand onto Wynn’s body! At that stench, a group of people dispersed in an instant. Wynn was also dumbfounded! It was a mixture of disgusting liquids! The woman immediately pulled off her mask, revealing a severely disfigured face. She sobbed bitterly, saying, “Evil pharmaceutical company! I used your beauty products and my face is now ruined! Look, this is how I looked before, and look at me now! I want to lodge a report against you!” The woman shouted hysterically as many people behind her yelled in support.

But no such luck. The bouncers, I think, were all busy. “Oh dear! You’ve wounded my ego.” The woman exclaimed when my face failed to show any recognition. I cocked my head to the side and took a good look at her. Due to the dim lighting of the place and the occasional glare of strobe lights, her face was partially obscured from my view, making it impossible for me to recognize her. “Stop making me guess and tell me who you are,” I demanded impatiently.

The woman was wearing a cloak. "Trust me. If she takes this, she'll never get pregnant....ever. She'll be like you." The woman smiled, raising her head to reveal only half of her face. Her lips was curved upwards in a sickly, devilish grin. She had an oval face and beautiful overly clean fingers. Maren felt something oddly familiar about this woman, something only in books. Something she knew was real. "You are a witch." She muttered in surprise. "So?" The woman asked, her voice echoing even in a stock filled environment.

So let's call her 'gelatine eyes lady' for now. "We are going to do something about your face, nobody is going to see those bruises. You will be as good as new," she says, with a grin. From the corner of my eyes can see myself in the mirror, staring at her with a stupid face. I was not worried about how I look, I just didn't recognize myself anymore, and that terrifies me. But now she mentioned it, it makes me wonder, did she do this often? Hiding the bruises and making it as good as new, I meant.