Semblance Grimace Novelas e Histórias

Jane did not understand why her ex-dormmate would insult her the moment they met. Was she really that revolting and repulsive? She tugged at the corners of her lips lightly, forming a faint, tragic smile. She gave Susie a wordless glance. That glance may mean nothing in particular at all, or it could also be a look of “recognition”. After turning around, Jane slowly limped out of Susie’s sight. Susie felt terrible, as though someone was choking her throat. Furious, she clenched her hands at her thighs into fists, glaring viciously at the figure that stumbled away.

said another girl beside Grace, her voice naturally raspy. Isabelle immediately recognized the girl as the one with the boyish cut, who had been staring out the window. Ope's introduction seemed to have had a hidden joke in it, because Grace responded with a low giggle. “As funny as a clown,” Grace said, and Isabelle noticed that was the second time she used similes in her speech.

Mouth falling open and fingers touching her parted lips, Mischa felt her muscles stiffen. She throw an incredulous stare at Narco seated next to her who was now creepily smirking from ear to ear. Narco's impostor was very pleased with her reaction. She was now fuming with anger. They may have successfully copied Narco's appearance but they will never be him. Even Narco's usual expressions are copied perfectly by them but there is still something different, something off with these clones. The overwhelming emotion was visible on their faces which is far from the real Narco who was born emotionless.

I clutched the real, trembling Lillian to me, my anchor in a reality that was tearing itself apart. Before me, wearing Lillian’s stolen face, the Morvana-echo smiled. It was a masterpiece of cruel mimicry—every freckle, every curve of her lips was perfect, but the light behind the eyes was a guttering, ancient star of malice. It held out a hand, and the gesture was so like my sister’s it made my heart crack.

She looked like someone who had stared death in the face more than once. “Rhea.” Lilian said, standing, “This is Grace.” I nodded slowly, walking forward, unable to take my eyes off her. Grace didn’t look up immediately. Her hands were trembling, so faintly that you might miss it if you weren’t staring. I took a seat across from her, my heart heavier than I expected. “I… didn’t think you’d look like this.” I whispered. Grace let out a breathless laugh. It was hollow, like the last breath before giving up, “What did you think I would look like?”

Her eyes were red like she did not have any sleep at all. Did she really check herself in the mirror ? I doubt she did. She raised one of her eyebrows then asks, “ Why are you asking ? Is anything wrong with me ?” She ran her hands all over her face then to hair trying to find out what's wrong with her. “ Well your look is really, really not that great...” “ How do I look like ?” Before I could answer, Ashton beats me to it. “ Well you look like a starved zombie who just woke up from the grave.” He told her laughing, I stifle a laugh. She looks exactly what he just said.

“I see. So it wasn’t a date. I’m sorry I misunderstood.” Mara’s jaw clenched, and her eyes turned sharper than they already were. Even her nose was flaring, indicating how angry she is at me. She was trying so hard to smile at me as she breathed deeply continuously, trying to calm herself, not lose her composure, and not look like a bitch in front of Caesar, but she was failing. Instead of smiling, her lips had only twitched with her eyes bulging, making her look weird. And my dear cousin, who had just arrived with her orders, did not fail to point out the weird image Mara was having.

Mister stood frozen in place as his mind forced him to take it all in. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. His eyes were wide open and his face had involuntarily contorted into a look of disgust. He had seen a lot of shit in his life, but this... this was some new level ass shit right here. Her hair had gone grey and it was tangled and matted. She was wrinkled and hunched over and her teeth were black with rot. She had a long, saggy pointed nose and her eyes were the color of puss from a bad infection.

He is not making this easy. She turns sharply to look at him—her jaw tight, her expression incredulous—and there it is. That grin. That look. God. He’s smirking at her with that maniacal smile—the kind that makes him look feral and otherworldly. It's the kind of expression that belongs to someone ancient and merciless, someone dragged out of the pit of hell just to destroy her. That grin of his, stretched with wicked glee, framed by his tousled dark hair and the low light casting shadows across the hollows of his face—it makes her stomach twist in ways it shouldn’t.

Grace who had just witnessed him embarrass himself in front of her smiling like he got his favorite candy made her think whether she married psycho or what. “ can you for god sake stop smiling! It looks creepy” Even though it was a huge lie because Grace found herself felling into that sexy smile but to Shade…….well his smile fell the moment he heard that Grace felt uncomfortable. “ sorry I didn’t mean to scare you…..umm if you feel uncomfortable I would leave” with that said Shade quickly turned to leave “ stop! Stop! Stop!”