Semblance Grimace Novels & Stories

Her gray hair was enough evidence to prove that she was aged and lived a life of abject poverty. “This appears to be his grandmother”. Stephan said after examining the picture for a while. This woman definitely had to be his grandmother. Stephan placed the second picture on the table, a slender woman in her mid sixties came into view. Her scorched honey skin and boney face added in making her pretty. The smile she wore as the picture was taken didn’t reach her heart. Her fake smile betrayed it all. She appeared to be sad and lost in thoughts as the picture was taken. The lady in the picture and the assassin had striking resemblance to each other.

with gritted teeth, he seriously declares. ****😑****

Grace spoke softly, as if she is a kind woman. But Aiden didn't see how she twisted her expression when she turned away from him. He is no longer so pleasant to look at. With scars marring his cheeks and forehead, he looked a little scary. His scars are raised near the edges, making his face look disfigured. She no longer liked to look at him. If not for his money, she wouldn't have cared to accompany him to the hospital either.

The low hum of distant dripping water echoed faintly against the cold stone walls, punctuating the oppressive silence. Kaiser’s eyes, usually a calm storm of control, now burned with a slow, simmering fury. They narrowed into sharp slits as the corners of his mouth curled upward, an infamous smile, thin and bone-deep, that sent an involuntary shudder rippling through the few souls who dared witness it. This was no ordinary smile; it was a predator’s grin, cold and merciless, a smile that had ended empires and shattered lives. It was the kind of smile that made even the bravest men falter, the kind that spoke of dark promises made in shadows.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”

That was the only reason why she was standing tall and cocky before me. Storme tilted her head. “Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” I swallowed hard, forcing a smile onto my lips despite the panic twisting in my chest. “It’s normal to have this expression when one sees something so haunting and ugly.” Her brows lifted in amusement. “Haunting?” I clenched my fists. “Maybe you should try being a ghost instead.” Her lips twitched, as if she were entertained by my words. God, I wanted to rip that expression off her face so badly.

He leaned against the wall like he owned the place—which, in part, he once had. His gaze slid past Keegan and landed squarely on Grace, sweeping over her with a slow, measured disdain that made her spine straighten and her fists subtly clench at her sides. "So this is why you've been preoccupied lately," Akim said as a cruel little smile curled on his lips. The mockery in his voice wasn't even veiled. It dripped from every syllable like something rotten. Keegan shifted slightly just enough to place himself between Akim and Grace. His jaw flexed, teeth clenched tight. The tension in his shoulders was a warning in itself.

A slap rounded across her cheek, and she was shocked that she was not dead yet. “This should be the last time, Marilla. You should not impose on my affection.” She stared at him through the tears. He did not look like him, not by his facial features. It was his mannerisms, down to the micro-expressions, that made him resemble Reign. Their resemblance was more than mimicking or natural likeness; it was uncanny and creepy. She made a terrible screech she hardly recognized as pain tore through her arm. Fragor was clawing her right arm, the spot where her faint tattoo was located. She howled as her body spasmed with agony.

I want to also lower my hand to roam inside his pants but I don't think it's wise to do that right now. "Actually, I've been known to have an almost too perfect face,” Grayson replies when I tell him his face is disfigured. And I look up because I need to check that. "Oh..." I whisper, as I get closer to his face to see the details I may have missed. I ignore his bad eye and start looking at the rest. I notice that he bears a strong resemblance to Bastian. His face has the same structure, his buzzed hair is the same color and his eyes are almost the same. The only difference is that Grayson is younger and cuter while Bastian is older and his features are rougher, "Can I kiss you?"