Ssethtzeentach Face Novels & Stories

He slowly places the older's head on his shoulder's and smiles at him now staring directly at his face. Phet leans a hand to the window and supports his chin on his palm to look at the older's face from a nice lower angle. The older has an almost round shaped face, but he is all sharp edges. His jawline is quite pronounced and he has prominent Adams apple, bulging out. Phet gulps. He is hot.

They both turn on their flashlights; what they saw caught them off guard. The mysterious person is an African American male. He is wearing a long-sleeved black hoodie with a black T-Shirt on his upper body. He has a black scarf covering his mouth and neck. He has black gloves on and dark sunglasses protecting his eyes. He is wearing slim black jean pants with dark shoes covering his feet. He stood still, knowing that lights are pointing at him. Both Brian and Chris gawk at him; he is taller and muscular than both of them. They start questioning him.

Because of my face and, well, my whole nature, I don't usually take excellent photos, but in this instance, I look pretty darn awesome. I'm grinning, both of my eyes are open, and I'm staring directly into the camera. I don't appear aggressive or even somewhat irate. Well, hmm. Perhaps I ought to give Stacey a copy. It may be fun for her. Bennett doesn't have that kind of luck. His face is more contorted than it was just before he struck me on the ice. His nostrils are flared as he looks up at me, and his eyes are filled with venom, which is something that everyone is hardwired to recognise. I can't think of anything that has made me happier in the previous five years, at the very least.

said Seth, running his hand though his hair and unintentionally flexing the muscles of his arm and shoulders. I looked at all three of the fully. They were identical, but each with their own significant quirks that made them completely different. Seth with his long hair and calm, friendly demeanour. Scott with hair chopped so low that the angles of his face were much sharper and severe. Shaun with his hair that had been shaved by the sides, leaving only the portion at the middle growing. They all possessed green eyes, and the same leanly muscled body type, but nothing about them was the similar.

And Seth knew it too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be looking at her like that. Flustered and humiliated, Izzy finally broke eye contact. "Hey..." Seth’s voice was low and tender. Before she could turn away completely, he gently caught her chin, forcing her to face him again. Izzy tried to muster a smile. "I-I know what you’re thinking... That maybe I'm just saying this because I'm overwhelmed by everything I’m feeling right now..." She whispered, barely able to hold his gaze.

“Not for my face to heal.” “No one gives a shit what your face looks like.” “Fuck you.” Seth grins and licks the red from his teeth. “Come.” I wave him on. He lunges. I take the blow on my chin and nail him with a right. Griff tries to sweep my leg, but I anticipate the move and front snap kick, toppling him like a tree. “I surrender,” he moans. “No surrender. Get up.” “My back is broken, man.” He is lying at a weird angle.

However, as I met his eyes, I froze, but my body seems fine and didn’t find the anomaly. I take a look at him and his eyes. It is green... “You’re late,” my body said, with a stern tone that was completely different from my emotionless tone from the previous dreams. It is even a little soft on the ears. Zach—no, the man with my husband's face chuckles at what I said. “I’m not late. You’re just too early.” A mischievous grin appears on his face, an expression so familiar to me, but it’s not from the owner of this face.

How did your face…" Shawn never touched Susan's face! How did it end up like that?!

“Who was it?” “That’s the kicker, boss. We don’t know. He’s not Kevin. I ran every facial recognition database we got. Nothing. He’s a ghost.” Seth’s voice was laced with an unfamiliar frustration. “No ties to us. No ties to Sal or Belt’s crew that we can find. He just... materialized.”

My eyes widened further as I noticed a deep cut on his forehead, bleeding down the side of his face. His face, his complexion, is golden and tanned, almost as if he's been on a three-month holiday. My eyes widen like two saucers as I notice the structure of his sharp jawline. His eyes are large and the color of hazelnut, complete with a set of thick lashes. Even with the pain on his face, he's not a bad sight to look at.