Same Face Syndrome Novels & Stories

"The doctor said that the main nerve in my face is torn, and I might get facial paralysis, with crooked eyes and a twisted mouth. These side effects could happen. What should I do? Dad, is this retribution?" "We made Patrick disfigured, and now my own face is ruined." She couldn’t believe it. That single punch had turned into her nightmare. Jordan’s eyes darkened with murderous intent. "Don’t worry, Lydia. Daddy will find Samantha and have her treat you. Your face will be fine." Samantha had an incredible talent in medicine, and even the most complicated conditions could be easily treated by her. "Samantha?" Lydia wiped away her tears. If she could be cured, she wouldn’t worry.

One was short and squat, built like a fire hydrant, with inflamed lesions on his face and arms. The man to his right was his opposite, rail-thin sallow skin stretched over a skeletal face, his lips compressed in a grimace of pain. The man in front of the "fire hydrant" could be a model, golden brown skin, a face that made angels cry, and the eyes of a predator.

All my life, I had dreamed of Mom caring about me the way she cared about Becca, but now that dream had come true, I couldn’t bring myself to feel happy at all. The officers exchanged glances. No one reacted to her outburst. Instead, there was only a trace of pity in their eyes. “Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.”

The seam continued up between his brows and then ran a crooked pattern to disappear beneath the hood. They called it a cleft palate but she'd never seen one so bad. The two halves of his face had seemed to shift; the bone structure beneath the flesh, causing his face to sink in slightly, gave him a gorilla–like appearance. He also had no color. He was as white as an albino. His grey eyes were fringed in reddish lashes that looked almost non-existent. His upper lip seemed to have three distinct sections that she couldn't quite understand. He was by far the scariest looking man she'd ever seen.

The heat of him crept through my sleeve, and his scent- warm, clean, like cedar and soap and something I couldn't name- pulled me into a spiral. "You sure," he murmured, "you don't like this?" My breath caught. I didn't look at him- I couldn't. My scarf shielded most of my face, but I knew my eyes had already betrayed me. Wide. Glued to the desk. Frozen. He shifted just a little closer, and I could feel the heat of his mouth behind the fabric that guarded my disfigurement. "Maybe..." he said, his voice lower now, almost velvet, almost wicked, "maybe you like the way I make you nervous."

She asked him, shocked. “We have to do a plastic surgery on his face to make him look presentable. As I have told you earlier, his face was crushed in the accident. He is lucky that his brain is not damaged and he retains his memories. No amount of stitches work. It's only grafting. That means we take a healthy tissue from another part of his body and fix it on his face. I would like to inform you in advance this is more of a psychological recovery than a physical ailment. You need to be with your son all the time to boost his morale in facing this predicament. It is not going to be easy to accept himself with a new face to which he is not least bit acquainted.” The doctor was practical in h

She took off her mask, and the smile on the doctor's face gradually froze. "You..." Yasmine raised her hand and touched her face, "What happened to me?" "I needed to touch it with my hand," the doctor exclaimed with excitement. Yasmine nodded, "Okay." The doctor began to feel the bones and, after diagnosis, she said, "You have never had plastic surgery, your face is completely natural. But is it really possible to find people who look exactly the same in this world?" "Exactly the same?" Yasmine asked, puzzled. "Yeah, you and the former president of the Maddox Group, Russell's wife, looked exactly the same before!"

Selena's POV While sorting through files on my desk for approval, I stumbled upon one labeled "Donation." Curiosity piqued, I opened it to learn more about the cause. "What am I donating to?" I wondered aloud. The file detailed a small center dedicated to people with prosopagnosia, a condition where individuals struggle to recognize faces. Apparently, it could arise from serious head injuries, a weakened brain, and manifested in various ways. Intrigued, I delved deeper into the illness online.

In other words, it meant that she had a genetic defect. People who had super-male syndrome were often abnormally tall. They had unusual facial features and generally had lower intelligence. People who had this condition also often had personality defects. They were cruel, cold-hearted, and quick to anger. There was no cure for this condition, so those who had this problem were often seen as "antisocial" or "sociopaths". It referred to their lack of compassion and inability to think logically. They did not empathize with human emotions, and they were indifferent to the suffering of others. They often found joy in others' suffering.

Tessa closed her eyes, as soon as her face came in front of her, there was no trace of Mandy on her face. "It disgusts you right?" Tessa shook her head and then hugged her as soon as she heard her say that, one side of her face was badly damaged and the other was like surgery was carried out on her but not probably, leaving her with a completely disfigured face and a strange one from Mandy. "I didn't say so." Tessa manages to say as soon as she pulls from the hug.