Shrek Saw Her Face Novels & Stories

She asked before I smelled her and heard her growling. “Grrrr..” Keisha and I looked at where it came from. “Mineee!!!” she said angrily, looking at my sister, who was still holding my face. Shit!

Shravan stared at her, horrified. "I had it on my face?" he asked. "Yes. I noticed only when you pointed out mine," Drishti said. "Damn. No wonder that girl was blushing like crazy," Shravan murmured in embarrassment.

I could see her compelling beautiful face like a miracle. I stopped abruptly when I noticed I could see her face. I turned around to look at Jeff, but surprisingly, I couldn’t see Jeff’s face, except for some features I've learnt to master. This made me grow more anxious. I ran after her, grabbing her hands and staring into her eyes.

She clutched her lehanga tightly because of nervousness . I wanted to make her comfortable . I took my hands and touched the sides of the veil. Slowly I lifted and I saw my wife's beautiful face. She is the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her eyelashes were covering her pretty eyes and I was desperate to see them. "Nisha ". I gently called her. She slowly raised her head and looked at me. Finally I got to see her shiny black orbs. She was shivering a little. Fuck she is really scared.

My anxious eyes fell on her back view, why is she hiding her face? "Who are you?" I asked with so much curiosity but she kept quiet. She slowly turned to face me as her face held a deadly smile. I clutched on the seat handle as my eyes were widened in shock, my jaw dropped and my mouth wide open in gasped. Is this a dream or what, she is the last person I would ever want to see in my life. I thought it was a dream, but it was really a reality, I gulped down hard. I hate her and I hate seeing her.... Her presence only reminds me of my ugly past and I can kill her if I have the chance to.

Shrey screamed, rubbing her eyes and wiping the water from her face as she stared at the person in front of her, one hand on her side waist and the other holding the empty bucket from which she poured water on Sleepy Shrey. (Meet Shrey, she is a short and beautiful girl, 19 years old, with a small mole near her lips and a fair milky face; her sharp nose bridge with a small ring attached and round beautiful eyes highlighted by her long beautiful lashes give a sassy as well as cute innocent girl; she has the perfect figure proportion of a mature woman, but she isn't by brain; her oval shape face with always free long hairs reaching her waist line makes her look hot and cute at the same time.

she told me as her eyes slowly turned towards my warriors. "Aadhya, are you sure that she is Shira?" I asked Aadhya without removing my gaze from Shira. "I don't think another old lady can match the craziness of my gramma," she told me grumpily, and Shira's eyes softened on this. "How about you just remove this cloth from your face so I can confirm that you are Shira?" I told her, and this time her eyes didn't show anything. "Fine, but she will not look at my face." As soon as she said this, I saw a glimpse of vulnerability in her eyes for a second, but then she masked it. I was about to ask her, but Aadhya cut me off.

Her voice softened as her eyes truly saw them. “Zara?” she breathed, as if recognizing her. Zara slowly lifted her gaze. And when she finally saw the woman clearly… She froze. Because she knew that face. And the woman… looked just as shocked to see her.

Sheryl became nervous. Even if she wanted to fight back, she couldn't. That was the first time she regretted never having a wolf. A lone tear escaped her eyes. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her, shocked, she stopped, "Who are you?" She asked, never having seen the face around the pack house before. "Well, well, well, look who we have here. A sweet thing for us brutes to enjoy." A chuckle resonated around her. "No, please no." She begged, but they neared her anyway.

Her eyes were wide with mock grief, her mouth twisted in that sick, rehearsed frown she always wore when she wanted people to pity her. I took a step toward her, then another and another. I saw her smile start to flicker, her gaze searching my face, expecting me to fall into her arms like some fool. But not this time, not ever again. I leaned in slowly, close enough that she could probably feel the rage humming beneath my skin. Her breath hitched. And then I spoke, quietly, low enough that only she could hear. “I’m seeing you now. Your real face.” She blinked, startled, her lips parting slightly, “What?”