Ssethtzeentach Face Novels & Stories

Denise whispered, surprised and confounded as tears began rolling down her eyes. He chuckled softly with his hand extending to her face. “Of course, I will. Where would I go if I’ll not be returning here?” He brushed his thumb on her cheeks, wiping away the tears in her eyes. Releasing a serene calming smile. “You’re still dumb. I see.” Zaetron smiled bitterly, closing his eyes and burrowing his face in his arms on the table. Replaying that memory in his head.

" Kai recently returned from his surgery trip, and he's doing just fine. It seems like everybody is sick these days." Rosaleen responded in her usual silent hmm. Maybe it occurred to Ronnie as exasperating, she didn't know because he pressed his lips together. It didn't matter. She saw Zara striding towards them in exuded confidence. She stood tall and her movement was firm. Zara flashed her a smile as she click clack clicked towards them, her shoes making that sound. She embraced Rosaleen tightly and they shared a short peck on their cheeks. Zara's smile was child-like and her laughter was unburdened and light as she shared her holiday experience with them.

Following a hysterical cackle, that familiar annoying slightly high pitched voice echoed in the arena. The person who spoke emerged from the shadows. He had his eyes covered with a raggedy piece of clothen that used to be white, he was tall and lanky, his back bent, giving him the appearance of a hunchback, the Roman numeral five written in bold italics on his neck and his skin appeared diseased. "So this is your true form, Seth, fifth summon of the Tartarus Klisi clan," Vega said, glaring at him with daggers.

I spat. "So you like Seth? " he questioned, I went mute for a second, my stomach felt weird and my throat went dry. "Do you? " Haven added. My head started aching when I thought about it. "Yes, I mean no.. I don't know." I blurted. "Why are you asking? " I faced him fully flustered, he tried keeping his focus but lost when a smile crept up to his lips. He leaned closer I did nothing but stiffened and stared into his brown eyes they were focused only on my lips, his right hand reached out to support the my cheek, his thumb brushed my face the rest of his fingers massaged the side of my jawline.

Seth demands in a low and aggressive voice, startling me. Mustache-face's grin is swallowed up by a sneer and he turns his head toward the bar. Pig. His friend, the one sitting on his left, with the insane number of tattoos, shakes his head, unimpressed. I peer at Seth and offer him a small smile as thanks, then I shove the door open and storm from the steakhouse.

The sound is sharp, sudden, and loud enough to make me flinch. “Don’t you dare, Zane!” Seth snaps, his voice raised now, the control he usually holds completely gone. Zane’s head turns slightly from the impact, but he doesn’t fall back. He stays where he is… calm, then slowly straightens. For a second, I think he might hit back. But He doesn’t. Instead, he lifts his hand and rubbs his cheek lightly, almost nonchalantly, like the hit didn’t affect him as much as it should have.

some looked at him in shock, some in amusement and the man holding me down was looking at him with his usual cold gaze. When he noticed the scar face didn't let me go so he rushed towards us as he grabbed his hand on my arm and tried to push it away. I frowned and looked down at his hand struggling to push the scar face hand away from my arm but his hand didn't even move an inch.

She had curly hair with heavy make-up and wore branded stuff all over. Her signature red lips showed the most passionate smile. Cordelia could not help but laugh. She had just seen that the person Kate was entertaining was Seth. “You guys know each other, so I won’t be doing the introduction! We’re all family, hahaha…” Seth stood up and nodded to show his respect. He was still polite with his golden-frame glasses. There was always a gentle smile on his face. Zennie ran out with fruits in her hands. Her cheeks flushed, and there was light in her eyes. She was the talkative little princess again. Her smile contained everything good in the world.

Then I bit him — gently, the soft skin above his left nipple — and he hissed. “Sloane—” “Shut up. I’m cataloguing.” I moved up. My hands found his face. I squeezed. Both hands. Both cheeks. Squishing his face between my palms until his lips pushed out and his jaw compressed and he looked like something between a startled fish and a disgruntled cherub. “I hate this face,” I said. He tried to talk. Couldn’t, because I was compressing his entire lower jaw. His eyes — hazel, stupidly beautiful, framed by lashes that should have been illegal — just watched me. Patient. Amused. Devastatingly fond.

It made him wary. "Did you notice our friend by the door?" she asked cheerfully, the smile still on her face, as if she did not comprehend exactly what her colleague had just made him do. Sethlzaar hated her smile but found, unlike the other two, he couldn't hate her for it. He wondered what expression his face displayed to give him away when she said, "He's nice if you get to know him. It's not his fault he looks that way." The other woman spoke over her. "Why did you do it?"