Semblance Grimace Novels & Stories

But finally, after much anticipation, the camera icon appeared, and after a moment with just a blur of black, a light came on and, breath caught in my throat, a man appeared on the other side. She knew that Simon had recently turned twenty-one, so in her many fantasies about what he looked like, she had envisioned more of a boy, like the boys at her old school. However, who was there in front of the camera, with the rigid face and the gentle gaze, there was nothing childish about it. It was indeed huge, as the computer's camera wasn't there she was this close to him, yet Grace couldn't make out where his shoulders ended. There was a hint of stubble on his sharp, angular face, and just below

He gave a nod of confirmation and tilted his head. "And what does a happy face look like?" he questioned and hoped that she would bring that bright smile he saw when he first awoke. She looked at him questionably, before sighing and turned sideways so she could face him. Her cheeks tilted upwards as she tried to put a happy smile on, even though it hurt to even act happy, she thought it would be best to teach him. She noticed how he zoned in on her lips and felt a wash of tingles all over her, the hard stare making her squirm both uncomfortable and oddly, pleasuring. Grayson took note how she was squirming and stopped looking at the fake smile, he knew it wasn't real, the brightness in her e

Grace exclaimed, appearing suddenly in the doorway of the living room. Indah and Anthony both looked at Grace in surprise, their eyes wide at her horrible appearance. She resembled someone who was deeply depressed. “Goodness, Grace! You haven’t showered?” Anthony attempted to make a joke. “I have. I just don’t brush my hair,” Grace replied nonchalantly. Indah couldn't understand why her daughter appeared so disheveled. “Aren’t you embarrassed to look like a zombie in front of Anthony?” she asked, trying to bring Grace back to reality. She knew that Grace usually paid attention to her appearance.

But where the fuck was Grayson? Amber got her answer soon enough in what appeared to have once been an office. The one called Morte, or so Amber guessed, was sitting in an office chair eating pizza and watching a movie on a laptop. Amber soon learned why he was called Morte, because he looked like he should have been dead. Half his fucking jaw was grossly disfigured, missing, like it’d been blown off by a shot gun blast or something. He had another bullet wound scar in his neck and a third one above his left eye. When he had his curtain of black shoulder length curls hanging down over his jaw, he almost appeared normal. He was around her father’s age give or take.

There are faces with Brutal, gashed, and swollen faces; wide gaping mouths, which opened for the last time to utter the death-shriek, and are now fixed forever in rigid agony; jagged, discolored teeth, sunken cheeks, knitted brows, dead, sodden eyes, awful contortions, ghastly smiles, hideous leers, faces of men and faces of women, faces of the young and faces of the old, faces which reek with the slime of years of vice and misery and despair. He pinched his nose when a smell of a decaying body entered his nostril. He walked to the door and tried to open it. It won't budge a bit because it is locked from the outside. He was taken aback when it clicked. "Good afternoon," the embalmer greeted

Grace began to smirk, and Wren stopped talking, giving her an unimpressed look. “What?” Grace asked with pretentious innocence “I would appreciate it if no smiling or flirty faces are made. This is actually serious stuff and I’m pretty messed up about it.” Grace dropped her smile immediately. “Fine. Sorry. Dead serious. Promise.” She mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key.

My lips trembled so much that my whole face became a grimace. Henry frowned. He frowned. "Face of the one who is about to have diarrhea. From afar, Kendall laughed outrageously. His hair was stuck that night, letting small brown locks slip around his face with the exaggerated access of laughter. "It's the first time I've heard someone resemble passion to a stomach ache. "She commented, finishing washing a cocktail shaker. Emitting a deep sound of disgust, I left my cell phone in the nearest beverage compartment and rehearsed my most genuine disapproving grimace.

They all turn to look, and Mirabel is right. When the entity feels them looking, it turns to look at them, and the grin on its face makes them flinch. It is sharp contrast from Malisha's which makes them even more uncomfortable. "So you both are done arguing over who does NOT belong to either of you?" It lazily says looking at both Sage and Grayson with an amused grin. Grayson growls lowly while Sage just glares at it. It laughs when they say nothing. "It is hilarious really that you all are doing all these, and she will not be yours."

He looked at Grazziena with his most adoring look and smiled. He was about to step forward to reach for Grazziena when all of a sudden, his smile faded and his mouth hanged open; shock overwhelmed his face. He saw Grazziena’s form changed into a yellowish, thin, and dirty looking, she-wolf; the ugliest wolf he had ever seen. Lumaro shouted and has been awakened, almost catching his breath.

, Grace asks daringly. " How dare you talk to us like that ? ", Kevin snarls. " You are already in trouble.", Tony adds. " I think you guys are the ones in trouble.", Grace smirks. " How courageous of you !?", Amelia glares hard at Grace. Grace chuckles " Why the hell are you looking at me like that ? Do you think you can scare me by looking like that ? Honestly, you look like an ugly funny frog who has a dress shortage. And you didn't look at the mirror morning ? What is on your face ? I feel like laughing. "