Scary Face Meme Novels & Stories

Scar asked as he caressed his face with his index finger. "I'm going to make you feel the pain that she feels, after all, it's only fair," Scar spoke, not noticing that Vice had joined him and Jax. Grabbing a scalpel from the table beside the curled up man, Scar grabbed the mans face in a harsh grasp and began cutting intricate designs into his face. The blood trickled down his face as he tried to scream, though, no sound came out. Scar wanted to make the man suffer, he wanted to rip him into pieces, send him to the depths of hell. Moving the scalpel, Scar placed the blade into Myers' mouth and began cutting again. The man tried to cough as metallic liquid filled his mouth but Scar clamped h

However, his grin froze swiftly when he heard cracks from his fingers. Crack! Andrius’ punch broke Scarface’s fingers easily, then his forearm and his entire arm. All his bones were crushed by one punch. “Argggh!” The excruciating pain caused Scarface to sweat profusely. His expression distorted and the veins on his foreheads popped like worms wriggling under his skin. He looked terrifying. “That’s it?” Andrius scoffed and approached Scarface slowly. Scarface was drowned in fear. He lost the intention to fight and wanted to flee. He was so afraid that all he wanted to do was run away from the monster. In fact, he wished he had four legs to run faster.

i want to puke "Couldn't you wait for a bit while?? revealing our identity means we have to kill her! "Aunt mel said leaving my shocked I quickly moved away to a far distance looking at the demons I remembered all that the Liberian said and to be honest, I wasn't that scared than I think I would be Aunt mel and uncle ricky face were now that of their real form Too disgusting to be true They both had three horns each, two on their head and one growing from their nose

the scary-face man said respectfully, not daring to look down, “but you'll see up there the death of those traitors!” The scary-face man face the glowing darkness befall the deep of the forest, and his eyes reveal a mocking light. He said, “The bloody escape...is just begin...” Around this time, the howl resume into a hatred with cautiousness that never heard before. This kind of howl is searching, trying to intimidate the cause of the dread they just felt the moment their soul is stab by the force of the gloomy forest. This stab is pierce, not through their flesh, but to the deepest of their soul. And no one have ever not known what does it even mean!

"You butch!! You will pay for this" Scar-face then took out a knife made of iron and cut her skin across her cheek. Willow hissed. Other than that, she didn't give him any satisfaction. Frustrated, he lashed at her arms, her torso, trying to rile her up, to make her scream. "We better go," one of the members in their group said, his instincts screaming within him that the predator is nearby. Scar-faced looked threateningly at him and with great reluctance tucked his knife back.

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.

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

Someone's about to lose their cool, and I bet it's this bald fucker. I can see the anger rising in him, his face turning bright red. “Don't you dare say it,” he growls, trying to shut me up, but it's too late. I can't help myself. With a grin, I blurt out: “Bald bean head!” The guy's face shifts from shock to fury in an instant, his eyes bulging.

“Scarlett… come here… come…” Scarlett’s body went cold, frozen in place. She blinked. The faceless girl vanished. And in her place appeared a crowd of grotesque men—laughing, grinning, and horrifying. These ones had faces—but the kind that haunt nightmares. Their skin was crawling with worms. Pus oozed from open sores. It was like something out of a horror movie. Scarlett couldn’t take it. She screamed and turned to run. Her limbs felt like jelly, but she pushed through, running as fast as she could.

Lester replied. "So, she's still the one who are talkative." Carl said. The three of them looked at Shane as suddenly the cold wind blew touching their skins giving them fear. "It's cold." Cara said chilling with the cold air touching her skin. Shane looked at them with a creepy smile. It was scary to look at Shane's face. The three saw the scary image on Shane's face and suddenly her face returned to normal. "Did you see that, Shane's face." Cara said terrified.