Superman Face Template Novels & Stories

The man with a mask over his face. *

She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing. Next, she clicked the Face tab and was presented with the close-up of a wireframe face spinning lazily. On the left edge of the window, additional tabs had appeared: Face shape, Eyebrows, Eyes, Nose, Lips and Ears. The character’s face would change instantly depending on her choices. Face shape: Round, Square, Oval, Heart. Kate selected Heart. Eyebrows: Flat, Angular, Round, Damon Salvatore, Harry Potter, Liam Hemsworth, Zayn Malik, Chris Pine, Henry Cavill, Spock, Oscar the Grouch…

He got interrupted by a tug on his arm. My breath got stuck in my throat for a fraction of a second as soon as the giant figure appeared in front of me, making me look like an ant. "Yes?" The Scar face asked while hovering over me. Actually he didn't hover over me but he was too tall so I had to crook my neck fully up to see him. I've never seen such a tall guy in my whole life. This is called extraordinary tall. "Why did you send your men to my boutique?" I asked and he kept looking down at me with his blank eyes. He is always like this. Emotionless, maybe because he is heartless.

They took half of our supplies and led us to the medical room. A fat man eyed me and my mom up and down with a smirk. "It's been a while since we've had new survivors. Take off your clothes now. We need to check if you've been bitten or injured." Not liking his attitude, I protested, "All of our clothes? Aren't there any women around?" "If you don't take off your clothes now, leave." At that moment, my mom's temper flared up. "Get lost! I can see that disgusting look on your face. Just looking at you makes me want to throw up. If you keep staring at my daughter like that, I'll beat you down!"

Off I can't remove the smile on my face, why? Because my Baby is back, he is back to me, I know that I've done so many stupid things to him but in return, he helped me, he still cares for me "I'm melting "I was shocked when he suddenly opened his eyes " ow sorry I thought you were sleeping, " I said and faced the other side of the bed " Pst..." he said " uhhmm" I answer still not staring at him

I said in greeting, mustering a tight-lipped smile. Carmine puffed from a cigar, his mask barely fitting over his wide, overweight face. He was my mother’s cousin in one way or another. “He gets his looks from my side of the family, obviously,” Carmine said to his masked companion, shrugging his massive shoulders. “Henry Cavill–Superman looking motherfucker, this one. Can’t you see the resemblance?” It was obvious Carmine had no plans to introduce me to whoever he was talking to. It was also obvious my looks had nothing in common with the Alphonsi family, given that I towered over the man by at least a foot, and his body could only be described as that of a man who ate too many cold cuts ove

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

"Junior, how are you? I know you have a lot of questions but I don't think I can answer all of them. I just want this to be done with and have you sent back to your home. Have a.." "Wait," I interrupted him before he could continue any further. "Who are you people, what do you mean send me back home, and why are you short?" He seemed to be offended by my question because the moment I mentioned it he immediately turned to face me, and Lord, I did not like the sight. He had two green eyes, no opening for a nose and a slight crevice in the lower part of the head for a mouth. Was I in hell?

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.