Skeppy Face Novels & Stories

Jephta said. “I think I heard my name,” a very hoarse voice said, and we turned to see a tall guy with a scar all over the face, just like the guy in the picture. There was a gun in his hand, and there were several wolves behind him, looking almost exactly like him. “And who wants to see me?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

On its chest sits a card with the creature's picture and something written in letters I can’t read. “Me name is Skillys.” The creature says with something that could resemble a smile. The front teeth almost look like those of rodents and they have a slight orange tint to them. My jaw has fallen into my lap and I know I’m staring but I can't help it. After a short paus it continues. “Do thee have a name, human female?”

the guy threatened, whom I named Moustache. Since we arrived, they haven't bothered to conceal their identities. Either they were incredibly stupid, or they weren't planning on letting me out alive. The one guy had an angry face with a contrasting thick black moustache to his bald head. I named him Moustache. The other had a scar across the left side of his face. I called him Scar. He looked even more frightening than the one in The Lion King. Scar walked down to the window. The window was just one big open rectangle. The glass hadn't been installed yet. Scar looked down as he smiled at himself.

Starting to make friends. “Fuck off Spike!” Tucker shouts back just as loudly. Oh great, my aim of literally blending in isn’t going well. This Spike who looks just like his name, with spiky bleach blond hair and spikes through his ears stands up looking at Tucker. “Make me?” He smirks with a growl. “I’ll punch your fucking face in that your mouth won’t be able to say another word!” Tucker springs up and threateningly leans on the table.

He turns slowly and a straight, unimpressed face greets my outburst. Oh, great, the last person I wanted to see. His once blank eyes, brightened up and the corners of his straight lips, pull upward in a annoying smirk. "Why hello to you too." He grinned."I'm not sorry I've been obstructing your progress." I just wish I could slap that expression off his face. So he's been doing this deliberately? Why am I surprised? He's Sky and that's what he does. "And I don't care if you're sorry or not." I retorted with heat. "Now if you'd step to the side and let me go on, I'll appreciate it very much."

He was beautiful. I wasn’t one to mince words, and I called things as I saw them. It was one of the first things I noticed about him, aside from the ill fitting clothes, was his face. He had feline-like features, almost feminine in their softness, with his pale pallor, sky blue eyes, and hair that looked like spun gold. I’d taken one look at him and thought, ‘What kind of alpha had a face like that?’ There was something about him that didn’t sit right with me, and I was going to figure out what it was. I stared at him long enough that he couldn’t pretend not to see me anymore. While Saki and his mother were in conversation, he finally turned and met my gaze.

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

Zev’s POV The whip slices me open and a warm trickle of blood cuts a path down my half healed back. The shackles hold me tight to the large, hard wood pole. My arms don’t reach around the huge parameter of the tree so chains stretch the distance between my wrists. My nails have been ripped from my fingers, left behind in the wood where I claw at it in agony. Three days I have been held captive by the Alpha know as Scarface. His name an apt depiction of the huge, gnarly scar the runs the length of his face. Blind in one eye with the colour gone from his iris. A blank, sightless orb lies in his face like the moon in the dark night sky.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

In front of the laptop screen Steve, Skylar, and Kevin rolled down on the floor holding their stomach and laughing hard to see the way of Maria to deal with the problem and made them sulky again. They were like an air balloon a minute before and now it’s like the entire air blew out with an embarrassing sound. “Hahaha, just look at their faces, Skylar, they are looking so funny,” Kevin said between laughs. “Yes, Kevin, indeed they are funny. Let me a pic of their faces I will send it to Eve also, it's killer fun.” Skylar also said between laughs and Skylar took the screenshot of the sulky faces of Harrisons and forward it to Evelyn.