Tayson Face Reveal Novels & Stories

"Why are you looking at my body when I close my eyes?" I didn't want to take my hands off my face; I was so embarrassed! "I didn't see your body. I only saw your face and tattoos." "Is the face not part of my body? And the tattoos you see are on my body," said Tayron. I want to bury my body in a pile of snow. I need to get away from this man before I melt because my body is so hot and before I subconsciously ask him to do the fourth round.

The door opened, and Jayven walked in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. “Tia?” He called, and then smiled. However, his expression slowly faded the more his eyes remained on me. He seemed to have noticed the uneasiness on my face, and his expression turned to that of concern. "Tia, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. I tried to brush it off, not wanting to reveal my true emotions. Because I knew revealing anything right now would bring up the picture issue, and I didn't want him to see them.

The two stylists exchanged a triumphant grin and returned to me. “Do it.” Christy stepped back. “We’ve only got five minutes left.” And Tessa came forward, flashing the camera lens at me. Quickly, I unbuttoned and removed my blouse. Then, I unbuckled my pants and scrolled it down my thighs as sniggers rang around me. I turned my face the other way to hide from the revealing lens as they moved closer to me and then to my cleavage. And Christy snapped, “What’s the point of making an intro video without showing your face!”

Some days Taryn found herself going to the camp first just to be able to admire him, to watch him land every single man and then laughing full of satisfaction gave her a shiver that she could not explain. "I'd rather get your ass slammed to the ground," Taryn replied, holding her position. Elhias laughed, a guttural sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "I don't think these are words for a queen," he said amusedly. With an amused flash he removed his tunic from his head, revealing his bare chest. The skin that shimmered due to sweat. Taryn observed the muscles that covered his entire abdomen, up to his waist. He looked up suddenly when he heard her laughter amused to see Taryn's gaze stuc

He walked towards Ashley, and Ashley's face turned even whiter. “Don't worry, I'm just doing a routine check.” “I'm not sick.” “I'm just checking, it'll be fine.” “No need, I'm not sick.” Tyson suddenly raised his head, and he smiled as if looking at Ashley: "Hey, Ashley, what are you hiding?" Ashley's heart stopped beating for half a beat: "I just... I'm not sick, I just hate seeing doctors." Tyson's chin tilted toward the bedroom door: "Do you want me to call him in and tell him right to his face that you're a flawed person now?"

He placed his fingers at the edge of his face. Isadora’s breath caught. “What are you doing?” she whispered. He did not answer. He began to peel. The skin lifted unnaturally, separating from his face. Isadora gasped. Her body refused to move. She could not scream. She could not look away. The mask came off in sections, revealing skin beneath. Smooth. Firm. Young. The ugly face she knew peeled away completely. He dropped it onto the desk. Isadora stared. Her mouth fell open. Standing in front of her was not the man everyone feared.

“But I’m married. You’re not… concerned?” Zayn laughed. “Silly girl. Why would I be?” Why would he be? He was her husband! Zayn’s words incited just the right surge of bravery. Faye gritted her teeth, mustered all she had, and tore the mask away from his face. A rush of cold air assaulted his face, and his line of sight suddenly widening. He had been unmasked. His face was out in the open for Faye to see. Her expression was out in the open for him to see as well. She was flummoxed. Her eyes had widened, her mouth slightly agape. Every single one of her features screamed disbelief as she took in the sight of Zayn right in front of her.

She felt her body rocking on the bed as he pounded into her again… In her ecstasy, in the thrashing of her head, she didn't notice his mask slipping until it was too late. As her vision cleared and she focused on his face, the mask slipped completely off his head, revealing features she knew all too well. Time seemed to stop. The world narrowed to this single impossible moment. Grayson. Her boss. Grayson Taylor was Sir.

"Put it all over my face." Tom pulled out of her and dropped to his knees, quickly stroking his cock and unloading with a lord, wordless groan. Later, on the video, I would see he actually dropped a pretty big load in Tiff's mouth and across her chin. For a facial, he did a pretty shit job though.

“Master Vaise, don’t associate too much with them. These people… are all unlucky. Don’t get yourself killed instead of reaping benefits.” “Kayson Yarde… you’re too much!” Taylor’s gaze was icy. Such an insult was so humiliating that he felt like coughing blood. Kayson replied with nothing but a punch. With erupting Odinous Power, his power shot out visibly. Taylor narrowed his eyes and blocked it with a palm and a low growl. The floor tiles under his feet exploded while he flew backward through the air. The scene caused the furious crowd to calm down in an instant. Taylor was sent flying backward in one punch. Although the attack was unexpected, it still emphasized Kayson’s ability.