Semblance Grimace Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” My jaw clenched, and I picked up my pace, leaving Larissa trailing behind. If she hadn’t been so quick to mock my appearance, or laugh along with Ruby and Marianna, I might have broken things down for her, but I wasn’t feeling so generous. Griff was the ultimate user and a world-class actor capable of shifting his personality to get what he wanted. The moment he took it, the mask dropped, leaving you staring into the face of the devil.

the man explained, visibly shaking. There was a brief silence in the room. Grim’s eyes locked on the man, his gaze unwavering, as he let the words sink in. He could sense the witness’s fear and it seemed to send a chill through Grim’s spine. He had seen exactly what the man had just explained happened to his men… the strange deaths, bodies drained of all life… turned to ash. But the others didn’t seem to be taking it as seriously as they should and he was barely containing himself.

The figure grinned, its voice oozing with malicious delight. “F**k!” I whispered, stumbling backward, the horror sinking in like ice in my veins. “You don't like it?” It whispered, smiling. “Like what?” I said, trying to stand up from the floor. “What you see,” it responded. As I stood up, my heart dropped. I was looking at myself, and it wasn't through a mirror, but it was my reflection. Although it had grey hair like me and resembled me in every way, there was something about its eyes.

Dante stared at him. For a moment, Jem thought he might actually say something serious. Instead, something almost impossible happened. The corner of Dante’s mouth moved. Not fully. Not enough to call it a smile. But close. Jem noticed immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Was that a smile?” Dante’s expression returned to its usual calmness almost instantly. “No.” “You almost smiled.” “I did not.” “You did.” Dante looked at him with a quiet disbelief that would have been almost amusing if anyone else was seeing it.

Jack smiled grimly. "Custom."

She looks as if someone ran over her face. I looked at Jessica's smirk, and she grimaced. I cracked a smile as I saw all the damage I had done to her. She was jacked up! Point for mwah. I choked on a smile when she raised her eyebrows at me, and her forehead creased to make it look like she was beyond mutation. I took a minute to completely take in every inch of her beat-to-hell face. Hah! I did that!!! "What the hell are you looking at?" She snapped.

“Don’t scare us like that again.” Marco managed a thin smile. “Thanks, punk.” Grace folded her arms with a playful smirk. “Well, look at you, Mr. New Face. You look… weird.” She laughed. “But perfect.” Marco chuckled, shaking his head. “Thank you, I think. It’s still strange to look like this, but… yeah.” He trailed off, glancing in the mirror again, almost in disbelief at his new appearance. Alessia slipped her hand into his, offering silent support. Grace watched them, her eyes softening at the sight.

Their souls locked together. When the shaking finally stopped, Grace slowly lifted herself off the dildo. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes had changed slightly. A hint of Sabine’s darkness was in them now. She smiled. “We’re never going to be apart again,” she said. The voice that came out was hers… but also Sabine’s.

Embarrassment clawed her throat, she flipped down her gaze. Her eyes flickered back to the female when she excruciatingly whimpered. Renai’s face morphed into a painful grimace. Her eyes descended to her lower lip which had blood seeping out. The female continued to wince like a broken record whereas he refused to leave her flesh and hungrily mauled and sucked her lower-lip with fierce brutality.

Only then, Tomas face become better. However, his heart still felt a little uncomfortable. That day, in the hospital, he had seen the sickly Grace. she was barefaced and had not put on any make-up. Even though her face was as pale because of her illness, her face was still soft and dewy. Moreover, even without any make-up, she still looked heart-rending, unlike Hellen who looked like a terrifying ghost without make-up. Moreover, Grace life after the divorce was clearly not very good. She was not as pampered as Hellen. She was even older than Hellen so how come Grace look youthful in her current state will the pampered Hellen looked like a zombie?