Skeppy Face Novels & Stories

"ARE YOU CONSTIPATED? WHY ARE U MAKING THAT FACE, WHILE HOLDING A KNIFE??! You just scared the living shit out of me bro" "Skylar?? Shut up!, what are u doing here in the middle of the night, you scared the hell out of me, I thought u were here to kidnap me " Skylar is my childhood friend, we always managed to stay in contact with each other even after so many years. "What? Hahaha who would want to kidnap u with that face" "Shut up dude, u didn't answer my question" "Why are u being so grumpy at least let me in first," whined Skylar

What would happen of I looked away even for a second? Slowly, the creature started to glide towards me. Its rasping increased in pitch. The closer it got, I could tell a little more about its features, but nothing about them relieved me. For one, it did have a face, but it looked buried behind a film of heavy darkness. Its skeletal face had sockets so empty that only darkness poured out of them, its chalk-white cheekbones were as sharpened as knives, capable of cutting, and the teeth…cracked and broken in places, misaligned in others.

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

Or not. “So what’s your real name, top agent?” He asked casually. “To be honest, I don’t really give a fuck so you don’t have to answer—” “Agatha.” Silence. Slowly Syke looked at her. “You’re joking, right?” An ugly burst of laughter that burst his ribs seized him at once. “They really did you dirty with that name. It doesn’t even match your appearance. At least mine does.” She grinned. “I can’t even see what you look like under all that blood. But yeah, that’s my real name. I hate it.”

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

They are lucky I wasn't wearing my heels today. I tried to control my grin when I saw small peepee guy's crooked nose. Scar looked at me confused and I mouthed to her who the second dick was. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in", Crusty clapped his hands once, and what looked like a smirk appeared on his face making me roll my eyes. " More like you fucking chased us, but ok", Scar shrugged her shoulders making me grin widely. Crusty and small both clenched their jaws, the smirks vanishing off their faces.

a ridiculously good-looking face. "My name is Hernátor Skye," he said, leaning closer. And that's when I realized just how close he was. Instinctively, I pulled back, but he reached out, fingers brushing the air near my face. I turned away, but he still managed to pat my head, like I was some lost puppy. "You can call me Hernan," he said, smirking. "Or just Skye." I jerked back, shrinking against the wall. "What do you want?"

Even the eyebrows are slanted and pointed upwards. Septimus gives a cocky wink. Then he takes off the entire mask and reveals a perfectly human face underneath. To match his attire, he has the face of an emo kid, sickly white but undeniably human, not to mention the numerous accents of metal studs and captive hoops placed symmetrically across his face. He’s European and young; can’t be more than twenty-three years old, just a little younger than me. He’s also sort of good-looking in that androgynous way that has become popular with our generation. “Call me Seph,” he tells me out loud.

This caused a dark smirk to form on the Alpha's lips and soon, he raised his head allowing Skyla to pant freely without any weight of the Alpha's head on her chest. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt his sturdy fingers touching her facial skin. They soon went to pull down the blindfold. Skyla opened her eyes to witness the scary face. It was her first time seeing the Crystal Blue Pack Alpha. Her eyes caught sight of his face. It was square with scars over his left cheek. His eyes shone dark blue in colour. He appeared to be no less than a monster. Darting out his tongue, he deliberately went to lick his lower lip indicating he was hungry. He put forth a scary sneer that had Skyla

"Who are you?" I exhale and was bombarded with questions that I continued to ask myself. Giving him the longest look; his loose strands of hair in the way of his face; his face was frightening, never had I come across such a look before, a half part of his face was parched, it looked like it was scorched white by bleach and his smirk made him look like a serial killer. He glared at me smirking and raking down my body: