Skeppy Face Novels & Stories

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.

Sküülen cursed, not taking her eyes off their destination. Following the arm, it separated into another at the elbow being attached to the body by a singular bicep that had ragged skin slopped carelessly over the bone. A form seemed to pull itself closer, a purple-eyed face brought itself into view, a boned face that was only half covered by what looked like dead flaky skin that was falling off continuously, locked eyes with him. ‘I can provide the air you need to breath bright one, all you have to do is open your mouth,’ it said, the voice seemed low and raspy, as it spoke Rex’s head began to ache, its mouth did not seem to move as it spoke to him.

He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw. "I ain't a seller, Agust," Skoteinó looked at him and Raverine saw the scar on his left eye, "I am a killer. Now, if you want to buy then call this." Skoteinó gave him a piece of paper with a number on it, Raverine looked at it carefully then back to Skoteinó. "Thanks." "You gonna drink it?" Skoteinó asked then unwrapped a green bubble gum. "Yeah," Raverine replied and inserted the paper inside his pocket.

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

As I scrolled downward, I realized in all his youth pictures, he wore a big smile on his face, something I had never seen on him. His eyes sparkled with delight, shining like two stars in the midnight sky. His mouth was contorted in a wide, genuine grin that stretched from ear to ear. His teeth gleamed bright white, surrounded by rosy lips that were pulled slightly wider at either end. His cheeks were crinkled with delight, and his eyebrows were raised in a playful expression. It was as if he had just heard the world's funniest joke and couldn't contain his joy. Every aspect of his face radiated pure happiness, making me Wonder how he turned so cold looking.

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

He groaned, chest heaving. “Name,” he barked, voice sharp. “J-Jake,” I rasped, throat raw, hands clutching my neck. He loomed over me, a fucking predator, his presence choking me. I flinched as he reached down, bracing for the end. But instead, his fingers brushed my lip, slow and teasing. I gasped, eyes snapping open to see his mask pulled down, revealing a face too damn perfect—sharp jaw, full lips curled in a sinister grin, moonlight carving out every angle.

The question lingers in my mind - is he going to reveal his face to me? Gathering my courage, I confront the mysterious figure, asking, "What do you want?" Silence hangs in the air, pushing me to rephrase my question: "Why are you frightening me?" As I lock eyes with him, I notice a slight grin forming at the corner of his lips, indicating that he is having pleasure from teasing me. Asshole!

All three of them stare at me, the man with the skull mask seem to have quite a beef with me, he makes a scissor sign with his hands gesturing that he was going to cut me to pieces. Fuck!

Oh, how wrong I am. “Little monster.” I say as I narrow my eyes at him and he laughs at me, the nerve of this pup laughing at me. “Ohh, think you’re funny, hey tough guy.” I growl playfully at him as I pull myself up on my elbows and rub my nose against his when spit bubbles land on my face. Jake laughs and so does Leo. Great! It looks like these pups of ours are going to be trouble, little monsters. I chuckle at Skoll as I wipe my face. “Love you too.” I say as he laughs when Sassa wakes up whimpering. I sit up with my back against the bedboard and reach for her.