Skeppy Face Novels & Stories

I say, my voice sounding cuddly. "Again? Why!" Skye screams, her bottom lip starting to tremble. A dark, hungry smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth that I can't even hide from the camera. "Because… I've got plans for Mommy tonight… BIG BIG PLANS.”

Waen put back the smile in her lips doing different silly face reaction like Skye is still a child. "a-ahhh, no I am actually happy to see you secr-" He immediately stop his self and I saw his fingers shake but he put it inside his pocket to hide. I don't know what's going on inside his mind right now, but I am sure that there's something wrong going on. He closed his eyes like he is trying to remember things out. I look at Waen who's currently also looking at me with her eyes trying to ask me what's going on which is also the exact same thing I wanted to ask. "Aunt Waen." He uttered then exhale deeply like he just got up from the water.

They hurried back to make some plans to attack. They saw Skeeter standing aside smugly. This man looked very triumphant with disdain written all over his face. Skeeter scowled at the new arrivals and asked, “Who are you?” He felt as if he had full control over these guys, but another group of people turned up again. They seemed like ordinary people with no practice levels. Skeeter nudged the member next to him and pointed at Maurice. “Tell this guy who I am,” Skeeter said unhappily.

The cold, predatory look vanished from his face, replaced in a split second by the polished, phony smile he used to charm everyone else on campus. The door swung open, and Freddy bustled in, wrestling an overstuffed duffel bag and a travel mug through the frame. She looked up, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, but her bright smile faltered the second she took in the room. The suffocating, heavy tension in the air was so thick it practically choked her.

I could hear the pretentious smile in his voice. It was difficult to make out Ike’s face as a result of the veil, but I could see his bulky frame, short hair and his wwell toned muscular arms. “Take off the veil,” Ike’s voice was deep and commanding. The veil was lifted and I was immediately faced with the coldest gray eyes I have ever seen. His handsome face was not in any way dented by the deep scar that ran from his left ear to the edge of his lips. His short, black locks, made his face appear rigid.

They turned to see a short man with a blue face, pointy ears and black eyes with a dull red iris that spooked creatures, he also had a smile that makes you know you're on enemy ground, "So" he started, "Who wants to strike a deal?".... ******************

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."

Weird Face was still standing there. “Skyler Gale, your attention is needed,” I informed, trying to sound as calm as I could. Then I turned to Alex, scanning him up and down—how disheveled he looked. “Hello, Alexander Stern,” I greeted, flashing him my dentals. A few moments later, “Hi, Captain,” he called back, smiling shyly. Exactly the face of serial killers. Then I turned back to Sky. “Shall we?” I gritted. He looked back at Alex and then at me like he wanted to debate it.

That footage could be used as evidence to send the mastermind to jail! Sienna was so ‘drunk’ that she staggered and walked very slowly. Three men sat in a pick-up truck not far away. One of the men who had a scar on his face wiped his drool as he glanced at Sienna’s back. Scarface said, “I’ve been watching this chick for a few days. She doesn’t have a pretty face, but she has a lovely shape! Look at her thin waist! Oh, my. I want to reach out and feel it.”

“You’re from that Final Girl Screams site. You post all those crazy blood pictures. I’ve read your stuff.” Sidney turned to find the voice bellowing from the fluffy beard of the man behind her. His lean face drew up into a broad smile beneath the plumes of facial hair, and his rounded black glasses encased excited eyes. Sidney fought the urge to shrink back and directed the impulse to instead spread a warm smile across her cheeks. “Yes, I am,” Sidney replied. She brushed her cheek as if she were blushing and briefly cast her eyes down as she tucked her hair behind her ear. The motions happened automatically, practiced. The smile on her face felt immobile as it lingered.