Roblox Woman Face Novels & Stories

His face subtly contorts in pain. "Really?" I asked, smiling innocently at him. That provoked him to growl back at me, exposing his rotten teeth. I exhaled and threw him against the wall without saying anything. In an instant, the dummy fell asleep. Tsk! Weaklings. That alerted his other companions. They immediately stand and took their weapons from the side as they approached me. They’re holding baseball bats and wooden paddles. Tsk. Cowards. Didn't they know it's a bad idea to hurt a woman? Because when a woman is hurt, she becomes strong. The more she’s hurt, the stronger she’ll become. Till to the point that she’d be invincible and nothing else can hurt her.

"I take back my nice girl comment from earlier. You are a little brat." I laughed, and it felt good. "Don't be such a buzzkill. Just for tonight, let's pretend we aren't who we are." The sign flickered above the entrance as the neon lights buzzed with a low, electric hum. There was a mechanical woman attached to it with bright red hair, red lips, and entirely too much chest. Her right hand was squeezing one breast while the finger of her other was shoved into her mouth like she was teasing every man who dared to walk inside.

Hindered by the darkness, I strain to make out the person's features until they draw closer. Before me stands a woman with a short bob haircut, tattoos adorning both her arms, and a playful scowl etched across her face. "Who are you?" I demand, my voice reverberating in the room. A hard line appears on my forehead as I frown, trying to show my tough personality. She casually crosses her arms over her chest and responds, "Oh, honey, you'll have plenty of time to get familiar with me." Her voice sends chills down my spine, and I start to grasp the unsettling realization that they have no intention of letting me go easily.

I blink rapidly, my brain completely short-circuiting as I stare at the woman holding the baby. It’s me. No, wait. I blink again, stepping closer as the world around me begins to blur. It isn't me. The woman... the woman has a striking, identical, and terrifyingly perfect resemblance to my own face. My eyes dart to the sharp-eyed eight-year-old boy in the painting, and then my gaze flies directly to the adult man standing right next to me. Tobias. The boy in the painting is an eight-year-old Tobias Moore. And the woman holding the infant is the exact same woman whose face I had seen inside the silver vintage locket Tobias always carries with him.

“I don’t understand… how are you here, Sebby?” Sebby? Who the hell was this woman? She couldn’t have been older than 30. She had light brown hair and auburn eyes which matched the theme of the underworld. She didn’t look particularly pleased to see him, but she still ran to him and hugged him tightly. “I never thought I would see you again,” she breathed. “At least, I hoped I wouldn’t…” She pulled away from him and I could see the tears in her eyes. “You aren’t stupid enough to get trapped again, Sebby. How the hell are you here? And why are you wearing a mask?”

Her hair is in a big curls the reason why her hair is popping out and her face, I can’t deny that this woman is indeed pretty but, what bothers me is her face is filled with heavy make-up. Her foundation is not even her shade! The color of her neck and her face is different. That really bothered me. Aries looked at me like he was studying my reaction. He then looked at the woman who was smiling widely at him. I bet she didn’t even see me. “Excuse me but, who are you?” he asked and then wiped his mouth.

Eleanor muttered uneasily in her mind, but then, she wished to see what the woman's face looks like! Coincidentally, as if the woman read Eleanor's mind, she gradually revealed her face by removing her golden mask from her face! "What!" Eleanor gasped in shock, her eyes enlarge in terror and she lost her voice for a moment. The woman looks exactly like her! But... Half part of her face was burnt! "Are you surprised?" The woman said to Eleanor, she was chuckling as she shifted from Eleanor. "W-who are you?" Eleanor managed to speak out, she was still in the pool of shell shock.

Three of them were surrounding him and fluttering their eyelashes at him. “Arya? Oh, you're there, meet my beautiful ladies here.” He motioned to the questionable-looking creatures of goblins. Three of them were surrounding him and fluttering their eyelashes at him. It was such a rare sight that if Gusev were sober enough, it might have demeaned him or made him insane from shame. Like the goblin leader, the women look similar from the green skin to the big crooked nose and sharp teeth. The only difference is how they have big breasts and booty.

I remain static and try my best to hold back my tears which are trying so hard to pour out. “Do you know something, if I were you, I would have amputated my head, because you look so ugly and scary, gross. you make me want to puke. You should be faceless”She says and laughs out loud. I bite my lips while my heart booms so loudly, nearly coming out of my chest. She quickly pulls out my mask from my right hand and presses it on my face. “Aha, that’s more like it. You just go about scaring people and giving them nightmares. I still wonder why Alpha Ryne has left you in this pack, gosh.” She bawls and hits her right Palm on her forehead and wags it.

I try to move, but I'm stuck, reminded that I'm only just an observer. A woman steps gracefully out from the surrounding shadows. The woman from all my previous, agonizing visions. Her face is no longer half-rotten or decayed. It’s entirely, exquisitely beautiful now, hauntingly so. A chilling beauty that feels fundamentally wrong, like a smooth, perfect mask stretched deliberately over something ugly and cruel.