Skeppy Face Novels & Stories

he asked, his tone light but probing. "Fine," I muttered, not slowing down. "You have the face you make when something is the exact opposite of fine. The one where your jaw clenches just a bit too tight." "I don't have a face," I shot back, though I knew he was right. "You have at least four that I've cataloged," he said with a half-smile. "This one's the 'I just got politically cornered and I'm plotting my escape' one." He glanced sideways at me as we descended the stairs. "Soren, right? What did the old wolf say?"

Something Chris didn't see even when they met at the entrance door of the base. “ Your face is now plain babygirl, there is no scar on your face anymore could you tell us what you did to make your face plain again ” Chris said and Skyler chuckled. “ You guys should stop joking with me... We should talk about something else ” She said trying to take their minds off but Ken wasn't buying it. “ We are serious Sky.... Your face is plain now, want me to get you a mirror so you can see for yourself ” Ken said but she shook her head.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

Syke protest. “Sssshhhh, not too loud, they are already sleeping.” She whispered. “Then what about me? I’m still wide awake.” He said whispering too. Wevz looked at Syke as if he just turned into a monster. Was he possessed? “Hey, why are you looking at me like that?” He continued. “Like what?” She asked back. “Like I am an alien?” Syke replied. “Are you sure that you are Syke?” She asked, amused by his gestures.

Most of them didn't know that I was a hybrid. My fangs were clearly visible. But, they were smaller when I was in a neutral state. The mole beneath my lip stood out immensely. My blue eyes were a little different from before. They were no longer as empty as they used to be. 'Vincent' The moment I heard Syke's voice in my head, I froze. My image on the mirror faded and in it's place was Syke's image. I blinked. He smiled. 'There you are.' 'What do you want?'

Sky spoke in a dramatic low tone for creating suspense. “Then?” asked Luke eagerly with eyes and ears fully focused on him. “Then what? That brat woke up with poker face, sat on her bed, yawn on my face, patted my cheek and lied down going back to the dream land making me feel like a complete loser!” said Sky in utter disappointed. Sky’s face turned red with anger as well as humiliation. The expression on his face were telling them that he was reliving the embarrassing incident. “What?” asked Luke in disbelief, his eyes were popping out of his socket in shock.

Maya grabbed some biscuits from the table and threw some at me and some at Naya. "What do you mean?" I asked, pushing one of the biscuits into my mouth. "What Maya is trying to say is that, Dad has a default face and it never changes even when he is in a good mood or bad mood. It's just how he was molded to be," Naya explained, also chewing down on her biscuit. "How then do you now tell the reaction of the King," I frowned, not understanding how someone could have a default face that didn't show any reaction. It was more than weird and it made me doubt if he was truly a werewolf or an alien.

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Bottom of Form Snake had begun to move around now, but had also had the sense to know that once someone saw him, they would never forget his face. His forehead dipped unnaturally, as if part of the bone had been caved in and never set right, leaving his skull with a warped, uneven slope. Deep lines carved his face into a permanent scowl, the corners of his mouth hooked in a way that suggested contempt rather than accident. The single eye that remained was sharp, watchful, and cold—a predator’s gaze, sizing up everything around him. His disfigurement wasn’t something that made him pitiable; it seemed to harden him, to give his presence a kind of raw, unnerving authority. When he entered a roo