Shrek Saw Her Face Novels & Stories

Her mouth was wide open, and her face was pale with horror like she was seeing a literal ghost. I kept my eyes on her; on them; giving them that look that screamed 'Yes, bitch. I'm back.'

Her eyes widened into discs of pure, unadulterated shock, her breathing freezing in her throat. Recognition—deep, ancient, and terrifying—flooded her face. A single, ragged whisper escaped her trembling lips as she stared at the screen. "...She's alive?"

Because he wasn't paying attention to me, I just pouted because he appeared to be sulking at me. I took a breath and went to close the curtain, but I was stunned as if I had seen a shadow in the tree across from our room. My brow furrowed, but my eyes widened when I recognized her. "Shanna..." I murmured, returning my gaze to her, but there were no more shadows in the tree. Even though her face is damaged, her body is different. I can't be wrong, I still know her... Shanna is standing outside the mansion.

"I missed you too... My drama queen.." "Oh, please," She laughed and smacked his shoulder playfully, rolling her eyes. "I heard that ball was boring anyway. I’m so glad I didn’t go." She faced Skye who was smiling at her... "You seem to be back in one piece..." she chuckled. "All in one piece.. nothing missing." he laughed. She finally looked my way... Her entire body locked up, her eyes frozen wide, like her mind was struggling to make sense of what it was seeing.

The ferocious look on her face morphed into worry as she saw the queen’s eyes fluttering open, pain contorting her face. “My qu… Sonia! Are you okay?”

My blood turned into ice, my face paling as I stared at her dumbfounded. Skylar. How?

In my personal opinion, she resembled a squid or a fish at that moment. Regardless, her appearance struck me as comical, causing a faint smile to escape my lips. As she caught sight of my smile, her immediate reaction was to close her mouth, yet her expression still betrayed her shock. In an attempt to regain her attention, I cleared my throat, but she continued to fixate her gaze on me. A slight blush adorned her cheeks as she shook her head and blinked repeatedly, suggesting she had something to say.

she finally declared, her voice steady despite the underlying uncertainty. With deliberate movements, she reached up and removed the veil that concealed her face. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her true appearance. Sheila's facial scar twisted across her cheek like a dark, jagged river, its presence dominating her features with an undeniable rawness. Beneath it, her skin bore the marks of a tumultuous journey, contorted into ridges and valleys that spoke of pain and resilience.

Narrowing her eyes she give me ' shut the fuck up ' look. 'He is a jerk', she said slumping her shoulder down. 'I know my sixth sense is better than yours', this time I flip my hair on her face and she growl on me . 'Okay now tell me did you see his face' , she asked fluttering her eyes in curiosity. "Whose face?" "Bitch your dream boy". 'Ooh'. 'No', I growl on her face. "If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt".